Wine- Stained LOVE

Wine- Stained LOVE

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To my daughter, Love never made sense to me. It always felt like a test I couldn't pass no matter how many times I studied the patterns or circled the right answers. I saw women in my family bend themselves in the name of love and never get put back together right. I told myself I'd be different. And then I met him. Zion Westbrook. Twenty-three. A little younger than me, but loud, golden, and full of energy. Flashy smile. Flashier lifestyle. Everybody knew his name, but I saw something in him that nobody else was looking for. Not fame. Not money. Something buried and bruised. Something real. You'll understand when you're older that some of the most important chapters in your life won't feel like fairy tales in the beginning. This isn't a love story right away. This started off quiet. Guarded. Complicated. But the moment I saw him, I felt something shift. So let me tell you how it started. How we broke each other open. How we learned each other's languages. How we lost and found ourselves before we ever said, "I love you." This is how I met your father.
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