Love is a deadly disease. There is no cure. No medication to help ease the pain. Once you fall in love, you slowly die. It's not always a painful death. It can be blissful. It was that way for me, at first anyway. Then it was all over. Before I knew it, eleven years went by and I was a ghost. An empty shell of a person who was afraid to speak, afraid to move. Afraid to breath, but I was still so in love. He was my heaven and my hell. My salvation and my destruction. Until one day, I had enough. I no longer wanted to feel hollow. There was one problem... How do you fall out of love with someone who has been all you have ever known for half your life?