All of it. For him. For me. For the baby.
Without a second thought. Because we were more than addiction. It was hard to remember sometimes; we were stronger than the ties that bounded us in the beginning.
We are not addiction. We are love in its strongest, purest form, no matter how wrinkly or rough it is. We are indestructible, and I truly believe that, one day, we’ll be able to weather any storm.
Right now, we’re the eye of the storm. We’re the tornado touching down on the ground, and our relationship was in a whirlwind, destructive spin above us. If we try hard enough, we can slow the spin and the devastation.
If we try hard enough, we can erase the storm and pave the way for the mess to be fixed.
My bed dipped as I rolled over, yawning. I snuggled back into the covers and reached for the quilt. It felt like something hard, something warm, though. And
