On July 24, 2013, I met the love of my life, Connor Hannigan. It was the perfect love story. I was on vacation trying to find my way around the enormous city of Miami, and the next thing iI know: BAM! I ran right into he who would soon be the most important person in my life. I looked up to see beautiful eyes, as blue as the ocean. I think my heart actually stopped for a second trying to think of the words to say to this beautiful guy, but before iI knew it, he was already starting a conversation. His name was Connor, and I absolutely loved how it sounded. We sat on the beach for hours getting to know every little detail of each othersother's lives. We were only 15 when we met, but soon after that we dated all throughout high school and he. He proposed to me on my 18th birthday. We and we started planning for the wedding right away.
After Connor and I got married, the first year was everything that I could ever imagine. We were as happy as could be, well. Well, at least thatsthat's that I had thought. Soon after our one year anniversary, I discovered that Connor had been fighting a long battle with depression. I had never noticed it before, and it made me wonder if I had caused thisit or was he just this good at hiding it. If it wasn't for the note, I wouldn't have any clue as to why he would do this to me. I was so happy and iI thought he was as well. Seeing his lifeless body on the bed left my heart aching and my stomach empty. Had I really just lost the love of my life? No, it couldn't be real.