I used to think life came in two versions:
the one you survived… and the one you built afterward.
By twenty-eight, I believed I had finally crossed over.
I had a home.
A job.
A husband who had known me longer than anyone else in the world.
Noah wasn’t just my partner.
He was my history.
Before Love, There Was …
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