Don't Marry Him
If I could do it all over again, I swear I'd love you the way I should have.
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I read them one by one, watching Adrian pour out his pain and his longing for me. Still, I felt nothing.
After all these years, I'd long since erased the 28-year-old Adrian from my heart.
Whenever I looked back, the only Adrian I remembered was the earnest 18-year-old boy.
I got married two years later. I married a man who loved me deeply, and together we welcomed a beautiful little girl.
My husband asked me what I wanted to name our daughter.