When He Reads to Me By: T.L. Smith

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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