Entry 7

Hello again. Love sometimes is hidden behind a tough exterior. Jill Scott's song play in my mind every time I think about him. 'He loves me...' His love was amazing, honest, protective, and rare. I wasn't ready for it. I rejected it. I ran away from it. But later accepted and embraced it. He loved me back whole again. I didn't deserve him. Tried to sabotage a good thing. He wouldn't let me. I was 19. Lost. Unsure. I didn't understand his niceness. I wasn't used to being treated like a queen. He didn't talk down to me. He didn't hit me. So how could he love me. The pieces of me were broken, he loved me back together again. He was my lover, friend, and first husband. I thought he would have been my only husband. In fact, during my wedding I said that it would be the only one. Life has a way of throwing a curve ball. I wasn't ready...