That afternoon was special.
When things were falling apart, there were miraculous days between us of exquisite and suffering beauty.
On those afternoons, we were better than the best and I felt like nothing had changed. I believed that the chaos had made us stronger; that he loved me more than anything. These days were bright spots in the darkness that descended upon us. They were moments of hope that I clung to, proof that everything was okay.
The harder he made it, the more determined I was to need him.
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