Now that she was able to play, he gave her his undivided attention when he was here. And she adored him.

“I said Mase, didn’t I?” Kiro said with a grin.

I nodded. “Yep,” I replied.

Harlow was looking around the room as if in search of Mase.

I laughed and leaned over to Kiro. “I love you,” I told him. Although I had told him that twice already today. Once this morning in bed and then again on the phone later.

“Love you more,” he replied, and kissed my head. “Always love you more.”

December 2014

Kiro

In every lifetime, I believe that each soul is given one mate. Don’t get me wrong, I think that a person can fall in love more than one time. But finding your soul mate is a different matter altogether. You don’t just love that person, you adore him or her. That person is your world. Your reason for living. The one thing in this life that will make everything OK. When you find your soul mate, you’ve found your purpose. To love that one person. To experience life with that one person.

Problem with all this is, what happens when you lose your soul mate? When that one person you will love for fucking eternity is taken from you? It destroys you. It shatters you. It takes a part of you that you will never get back. No one can heal you. No one can take your soul mate’s place. That person will forever be your other half. Your one true love.

My life started out hard. My childhood sucked. But I made it through the rough times and managed to make the world believe I was a rock star. I was lost, even though I had more money than any one person needed. I had fame that not many people experience. But I was lost.

Until Emily.

She changed me. She showed me the color in life. She gave me a reason to love this life I was given. She loved me in a way no one has ever loved me. Emily is my soul mate. In this life and in the next, she will be the one soul who completes me.

The day I got the call that she’d been in a car accident, I didn’t think I would manage to survive. How could I survive when the woman I was destined to spend my life with was gone?

I was given another miracle. She held on. Through five years in a coma, she didn’t stop fighting. Her eyes opened up, and although there is a vacancy in them now where my Emmy’s light used to be, she’s in there. Her soul, her heart, the way she loves me are still inside her.

For years, I fell apart after Emily’s accident. I lost touch with life. Drugs and alcohol became my crutch. My daughter was raised by my wife’s mother. I wasn’t able to be a father. I was hardly making it as a human being.

Now, twenty years later, I sit beside my wife, her soft, fragile hand in mine. We look out over the lake, and I tell her stories of our past. I remind her how much I love her. And I remind her that I will love her in the next life, too. She may no longer be able to speak, and her body may no longer work the way it once did, but inside is my Emmy. She remembers all our adventures together. She knows that for a short time, we had it all.

The knock on the door behind us makes me smile. They’re here.

“We have visitors, Emmy. Our granddaughter is here to see us. Are you ready? She looks so much like Harlow did.”

I can see what I believe is a smile trying to touch her lips. I press a kiss to her cheek and hold her face in my hands. This woman is my salvation. She is my anchor in this world. “My angel,” I whisper to her, reminding her who she is to me. Then the door opens, and our daughter walks in holding a small pink bundle in her arms.