In my mind, she will always be beautiful. Green eyes. Insistent.
I met her at a coffee shop. She greeted me at the drive-thru as I worked, and I looked forward to seeing her. I looked forward to her peering in the window night after night.
And I was in a rough part of my life. In love, yet lost. She was consistent, reliable, and a bright spot.
One night she came home with me – and, truly, life changed.
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