He caught my eye. By purposeful accident, he had my attention. His cheeks were dotted with freckles and his crooked smile enticed me. He had the kind of eyes that drew you in─the kind you knew saw deep into your soul. His voice was a raspy silk that snapped me from anywhere to him. Even in his strength, his touch was gentle. He was home to me. There was no place I felt safer. No place I felt that I believed that I belonged more than next to him. The warmth I felt when I was with him was something I could bathe in. Until one day I realized that the water had turned icy. His touch was more like a hammer. It was utter silence in my presence. He became distant─his eyes now empty with disgrace. I was homeless.
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