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273 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 26, 2013
I don’t delude myself into thinking she will accept me, but what if she does? What if she can understand me? The way I am? The two parts of me?
“I won’t let you fucking leave me.”
I need to touch, smell, taste, claim.
There are things you’re certain about. That you’d bet your life on. Things that you just know. You know the heat of a fire will burn you. Water will quench your thirst. She is one of those things; the most unerring certainty of my life.
Her scent works me into a lather. I need to find the source of that scent
I want to play you a thousand different songs so you get a clue of what... I feel inside me.
I want to be your fucking real. You get that? If I fuck you, I want you to belong to me. To be mine. I want you to give yourself to me-not fucking Riptide!
Now my wife stands in this room I filled with roses for her, and I have. NO. WORDS. No fucking words to tell her. The way I need her. The way I want her. The way I love her. How every day I wake up a happy man, and go to sleep a happy man, sure that I can't love her any more than I already do. But every day, the impossible happens, and I love her more. Her smiles, her strength, her dedication to our son, to me, everything about her is perfect for me.