WHEN HE READS TO ME
I loved him from the beginning.
In the middle.
But maybe not at the end.
His love for me was full of possibilities, hopes, and dreams a girl like me wasn’t accustomed to.
He was a nightmare that cracked and bled through my hands, and I stood there watching as it seeped into the ground.
Until him.
He put me back together.
Without even knowing he was doing so.
And he wasn’t even my husband.
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