When loving you meant losing me
No way.
But deep down, I knew better. He knew I’d fix it. He was counting on it.
I sank back into my chair, opened the file in edit mode, and got to work. Word after word, I cleaned it up. Added structure. By the time I was done, it had four full chapters and spanned over fifteen pages. Thirty minutes. That’s how long it took to transform it from trash to something that wouldn’t embarrass both of us. Title page, chapters, appendix, references, formatting—everything