After 7 months in an abusive relationship, where I was used, abused, and discarded, this is the story of our relationship, one of true love, lost, because one preson could not allow themselves to see reality, and that they had their dream right in their hands.

My painting rests in the corner unfinished, as a testament to the love that was ignited, but crushed by selfishness, entitlement, and heartless cruelty. After the relationship ended, my creative spirit once again re-awakened, and I was able to sing, to play music, and to paint once again. The memories of the girl that never existed are forever etched in my soul.

Who she claimed to be in the beginning was nothing but a facade, a distant memory of a girl that once was; but the remnants of her troubled soul awoke a passion deep inside me that inspired me to live in a way like never before, to find who I truly am.

That girl I loved had already died in Estonia. The shell of her that remained ruined the chance at true love; and as a result, this book serves as the immotalization of the love that we had, but didn’t. I loved her, but she was too stubborn and blind to see what she had. I hope I find love again.