All I wanted was to be picked up off the floor where I had fallen in a heap of deep despair. To be gathered in his arms of apology, and sense a bit of self-loathing that would speak to my soul to assure it he would rectify the damage he caused my spirit.
All I wanted was the same open heart I gave, that vulnerability from him to let me in, and reach across the boundaries that crippled his ability to fully open up, that area within him that kept me a virtual stranger even in marriage.
All I wanted was to catch my breath, and to breathe in his sorrow for shattering my trust, my belief in good, and my doubts about true love. True love I was losing all faith in despite the fact that I loved him more than life itself.
All I wanted was what he promised…forever.
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