Love is Hell

I promised I’d love her forever, and I do. I loved her as my body flew through the windshield and when it landed with a thud that snapped my neck. I loved her as the black vinyl bag zipped up over my face, and as the tag was tied to my big toe.

Soon my dark secrets will be uncovered. The bodies will be found, their families notified, and the grieving will begin. I care little.

She’ll curse my love for as long as she lives, and I’ll curse the pain and longing I’ll endure for eternity.

Love is hell.