“My Father Said You Needed A Wife,” She Whispered… And I Said, “He Was Right”

not pretty, but she answered immediately that they were part of me and I was beautiful to her. Turning around to see her wearing one of my old flannel shirts hanging almost to her knees with wet hair falling over her shoulders, I walked toward her and she cut off my attempt to explain by letting me finish the sentence about falling in love with my continue reading …