Prologue

We were 16 when we fell in love.
We were 18 when we got married.
And we were 19 when we got divorced.

I can still taste the lipstick you wore that night. I can still remember the way your skin felt when I brushed my fingers over your bare shoulders.
I remember you and I remember every part about you.

Now, we're 27 and when I look at you, I know I'm not the one who painted the drops of sadness across your face. Your heart mourns and cries but those tears are not for me.

I can still see your smile when I close my eyes and I want to bring that smile back to your face once more.