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Not physically.

Emotionally.

Three years of guilt.

Three years of grief.

Three years of pain.

I feel all of it.

It’s finally coming out.

And I hold him.

Because that's what love is.

Not just the beautiful moments.

Not just the easy parts.

But this too.

The ugly parts.

The painful parts.

The broken parts.

And as I hold the man I love while he cries in my arms, I realize something.

I wasn't prepared for the truth.

But I am prepared for him.

All of him.

Forever.

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It's been three days since everything blew up.

Three days since Amanda nearly died.

Three days since I finally told her the truth.

And somehow?

Instead of running from me—she loved me harder.

Still does.

Goddamn, this woman really is a goddess.

Honestly, I don't deserve her.