If only I had known the hell that would become my life, maybe I could have prepared for it. I always believed I was mentally tough enough to face anything, but suddenly I wasn't sure I could even get through another day. Every time I closed my eyes, the screaming in my mind came back; the images of that day played over and over. I never felt so weak, so lost. So alone.Creating a fairy tale love story wasn't easy, but it was worth every argument we ever had. The life we had was built on a love so strong, I thought nothing could ever touch it. Losing it never crossed my mind. Until I had to learn to survive through heart-breaking pain. How can a life so beautiful and perfect end so tragically? Like every bull I ever rode and every race I ever ran, life became another fight I had to win.