arms around me.
“No,” he whispered.
“When you gave me a reason to believe that even after twelve years in prison, a man could still come home.”
I kissed him.
And for the first time, the black box held no secrets.
Only the memory of how our story began.
THE END.
Sometimes, the person who enters your life for the wrong reason becomes the person who teaches you what love really means.
And sometimes, the truth doesn’t destroy love.
It simply shows you which parts of it were real.
