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She closes her eyes and after a few seconds a satisfied smile spreads across her lips. That smile is one of my greatest sources of pride. I’ve had the privilege of putting it on her face for the last ten years.

She opens her eyes and they’re full of happiness and gratitude. “Thank you for this life of mine, I pinch myself about a dozen times a day,” she says and my heart trips, stumbles and falls in love with her at a million miles her second.

Ever After

BETH

Our lives are just a collection of stories.

The ones we tell are usually the ones that have a happy ending.

The ones that shape us and reveal us, are the ones that bring us to our knees.

Because that's where you either break or bloom

It was there, at the mercy of heartbreak, that I learned the truth of things.

I am no fairytale princes.

Pretty dresses aren’t the currency of my trade.

I wield a sword forged by persistence.

I fly on wings that no man has the power to clip.

I bloom from the places I once bled.

My man is no mere prince.

He’s a King.

But only because I am a Queen

And I crowned him with my love.

My heart is his to command.

His is mine to rule.

And our love story has no end.

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