My beloved Amy is engaged to be married. She was 19 when I met her. Nobody partied harder, lied better, or loved stronger than her. I was addicted to her from the start. I had to let her go because I belonged to another. We were from two different worlds. I always assumed she was too wild and free to ever be tied down. I avoided her for over a year but I always kept up with her to make sure that she was okay. In the past, whenever she was in trouble, I was always there to save her. I miss those days. I miss being her hero. In the back of my mind, I always thought of her. I always felt like somehow, we'd be together again. Those days are done. She has her fiance and I have mine.
She's found a new hero. Now, I can finally let go.
