It was the end of the world as we knew it. For my husband of seven years and me, nothing seemed familiar. Every step was like walking in quicksand. At best, we could see in each other's eyes only a glimmer of the person we once vowed "forever" to. And even that glimmer gave me more anxiety than hope.
If I now realized that I didn't know what I was saying forever to, did that count? Or was saying forever at the age of 21 God's gift to us before we allowed cynicism to touch our daily shores?
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