I met my husband in high school.
He was my first love.
It wasn’t fireworks or grand gestures that drew me in. It was something quieter. Steadier. Being with him felt like home.
We were seniors—young, in love, and convinced we were untouchable. We imagined a future filled with opportunity, never once considering how brutally life could pivot.
A week …
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