Part Of Me

" We should’ve run away as I had suggested, then you wouldn’t be here Luther,” I said as I sat across from him, not being allowed to touch him. "My Amala, everything will be okay, trust me,” he said and we just looked at each other. Soon the officer was going to ask me to leave because visiting hours were going to end soon and my heart was going to break all over again. The love of my life was in prison, a part of me was gone and I didn't even know how I was going to cope with such a feeling. "I love you, Luther.”

" I love you Amala.”