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Intro. My dearest, you stand before me now, the man I once believed would be my forever. Our story, once a symphony of love and laughter, now sounds like a discordant, mournful dirge. You look at me, and I see the echoes of a love I've irrevocably shattered. I see a bewildered agony in your eyes that I put there, and the weight of that truth threatens to crush me. How could I have done this to us? How could I have betrayed everything we built? How could I have gotten the abortion.

Brie

@William Boley