“The fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.” ~Paulo Coelho
I stood there in the parking lot of my apartment complex, with the hot Phoenix sun beating down on me, as I watched him drive away for what I thought would be the last time.
With tears rolling down my cheeks, I went inside my apartment after his car had turned the corner and was out of sight.
When the door closed behind me with that familiar thud, I could almost feel the loneliness swallow me up.
We met nine months earlier and quickly fell in love. But …