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.