Dear Husband, I used to dream of you. In the center of the mall, surrounded by Christmas shoppers. In between the rows of novels at the bookstore. At the edge of the seashore while couples strolled past hand-in-hand. I used to sit in the corner of a restaurant and imagine looking over and finding your eyes. I figured I would know you instantly. I would see our future before I learned your name. But life almost never falls for these romantic tropes. That’s what I’ll tell our son one day. Don’t look for a cinematic moment signaled by dramatic soundtrack music. Real life is often unromantic, but it has something that no book or movie can replicate. It’s real. The first memory I have of you is captured in the amber glow of an autumn afternoon in West Virginia. You were walking across the New River Gorge Bridge with your family. I nudged my mother and said, “That boy goes to my school.” See, I already knew your name, but I didn’t see the future. I didn’t know you yet. It’s strange to me now because it feels as if I should have known, even at fifteen. After all these […]

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