I Married My Best Friend—Days Before Our Fifth Anniversary, I Heard Him Say, “She Walked Right Into My Trap”

he simply rested his hand on the lid.

When he finally opened it, I forgot how to breathe.

Inside weren’t photographs.

Or keepsakes.

There were journals.

Dozens of them.

Every notebook carefully dated.

Every year of our lives.

From sophomore year of high school… until now.

“What is this?”

“My mistake,” he answered softly.

He handed continue reading …