I knew that when I left his arms tonight, I would never get them back. These arms would never swoop me backward on an altar as we shared a forever kiss. They would never hold me in the middle of the night when I awoke from a nightmare. They would never cushion our newborn baby as he gazed down at a pink or blue swaddle with love in his eyes. I wanted all of those things. But I wanted them with the wrong man.
