My Unbreakable Heart: Til Death Do Us Part

[image error]"Marry me?" he begged, his eyes so sincere and adoring.

I sat on the edge of his bed, still reeling from the cinematic horror I had just witnessed.

How could the two towers be gone? I wondered. All those people? All those lives? People I knew. I was supposed to have been in New York. I could have been in those towers.

"Kimberly?" his voice pulled me back to him.

"Hmm?"

"Marry me," He repeated.

"We are getting married," I reminded him, holding up his dog tags that hung around my neck. My engagement ring.

His pay and our whirl wind courtship didn't allow for fancy jewelry. I didn't mind. It was romantic. Exciting. Just like him. Our chemistry was nothing I'd ever imagined, let alone had. Soul mates, I'd thought. Destiny.

My friends and family questioned my sanity. I was more educated, worldly, liberal. A feminist. He did manual labor and was in the National Guard.

But I saw things they didn't. He was well-read, brilliant in his own way. He was kind and sexy and made me laugh. When I looked in his eyes I saw my future. I couldn't yet see the pain he would cause me.

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