I have been in love like this before, hell I dream about my ex all the time. I wake up screaming almost nights and pretend that every thing is fine to my new lover. The truth is I can’t take it anymore. I can’t keep thinking about my ex, Candace. I need to move on, I can’t stay in the past. My new lover is great, she is all I’ve ever wanted. But I never got over Candace. I don’t think I ever will, I worry that she is my soulmate. I don’t want to be completely and utterly alone again. Candace grew up with me on the orphanage which is why I suppose I am so attached to her. She hasn’t been the same thing as I have.

Today, work was stressful. I got a new lead on the serial killer I’ve been searching for, which is good, I guess.

Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to take a life, it must feel so empowering…

Anyways, I locked up the bureau, I have been working late. My dreams about Candace is something I’ve been avoiding. I walked down the streets, thinking about how messed up my thoughts are, how incredibly worrying they are. I think about death to often. Maybe because I stare at dead bodies all day. I honestly don’t know where I’m heading, which doesn’t bother me at all.

It’s I walked up the winding staircase of our apartment and unlock the door. I find my girlfriend on the sofa curled up in a ball and reading the book I bought her last week. She looks absolutely adorable. I saw my pet corgi called Hamleys who instantly ran to greet me.

“I’ve been thinking, and I’ve come to a conclusion” I say in a soft and loving tone reserved for her and only her.

“Every time I kiss you, it’s like the world stop spinning, and all that exists is you and me. When I touch you and hold you I feel like we are the sun. It’s like coming home after a long journey. And I never want to let you go”