On Being Small
When I had confessed an affair, and everything we knew about ourselves felt like a lie, I stood soaking wet outside the shower, grief dripping down. My shoulders in his hands, he asked my forgiveness, and he gave me mine.
And I wanted him forever, again, but he wouldn’t have me without spending it all so we could start from scratch, we making another promise before God, this time to keep.
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