It was the last time we'd ever be together. We were sitting there on that deserted highway somewhere in the middle of Texas, watching the sun set over the vast expanse of desert landscape before us. You had just pulled up beside me, your truck rumbling to a stop at my side, and I knew right then that this was it – this was the end.

I remember feeling like I'd never felt before - it was as though every single one of my senses had come alive all at once. I could feel the sun beating down on me through the windshield, could smell the acrid scent of gasoline mixed with the sweet fragrance of your perfume wafting over from you... And then there were your eyes – piercing blue orbs that seemed to bore into my very soul.

We'd been running for so long by then - years and years of trying to escape the pain and heartache we both carried within us. But in that moment, as I gazed up at you with a mix of fear and longing swirling through me like a tornado, I knew it was all over. We were done. Finito. The end.