"Samuel, I'm sorry, but I really need to say thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for me."
"Angela, don't say you're sorry, and don't thank me. Just love me, okay?"
The warmth in my arms felt so real; in that moment, I truly felt loved.
When I was eight, my father passed away. My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes for what felt like forever before she abandoned me at the orphanage. From that day on, I became sensitive and withdrawn.
It wasn't until high school that I met Angela. Like me, she lost her father when she was young, so she understood my pain. We became each other's safe haven, warming each other's hearts, and eventually got accepted into the same university.
Before long, we were a couple. Life was simple and beautiful until a year ago when Angela's mother fell seriously ill and needed a hefty sum for treatment. Watching Angela break down, I pulled out all the cash I had saved from my part-time jobs--only ten thousand dollars.