My entire universe came crashing down the day Jackson left. I had built my entire life around him and now I was supposed to and could fill my days with whatever I wanted, I found myself rudderless. I could get through the basics of my day
Everyone around me was whispering to each other about how lucky I was to be on my own again, but I was having a hard time believing it. I had one chance with Jackson and he was gone. Listening to everyone talk, I would never be able to touch him again. My friends and family told me they got a weird vibe from Jackson, but no one could quite pinpoint what the vibe was. I could maybe see him if he would let me, but I would never touch him again. The day he left to ‘run errands’ was the last time I saw him in person. His quick departure led me to think of all the other times he ran out for a few hours at a time and wondered what he had been doing on every occasion.
I was too in love to wonder why he kept disappearing and never thought to ask where he was going. Or to prove where he was going. I had never understood the saying of “Love is Blind” until the day Jackson disappeared. I just wish I could look back and see the signs that should have told me he was a serial killer.