I was very young when I met Edward Masen. He was charming and funny, he was sweet and kind. I had never loved anyone before him and I doubt I'll love someone after. What Edward and I shared was special, and then it all came crashing down around us. Of course, Edward never found out.
I fell pregnant at the young age of 23, after seven years of dating. Edward had proposed to me, it seemed as if the two of us were set, nothing could ever stand in the way of our happiness. If only then I had known how wrong I was.
Out of nowhere, Edward's music career suddenly took off. His compositions were becoming more and more popular and I knew…it was only a matter of time before he would be on to bigger and better things, onto his dream. A wife and child would only get in the way.
So that night, I packed my bags while Edward slept and then, I took of my engagement ring. I placed it on my pillow and pulled the blanket up over Edward. I kissed his cheek one last time. I knew it would be the last time we ever saw each other. He would go on to be famous and I would care for the child he would never have to know about.
I gave birth to Masen without any complications. He looked exactly like his father with the same bronze locks and green eyes. The two of them could have been twins. So that's were I was now, looking after a little boy all on my own. I guess that's what they mean when they say that sometimes, you have to do things alone.