BEYOND LOVE
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He is 27, crippled, bed ridden and helpless. He is depressed and feels like a waste of space, has had multiple strokes within a year that has disabled him completely and he is the man I love, my husband on a wheelchair. For only a little while. On this I strongly believe.. There is nothing I pray for more than his recovery. -------- "Babe..I am sorry" Ryan said as a tear escaped his eyes while he was laying on the bed. "Shh...sweetheart, what are you sorry for?" He shook his head and motioned his head towards himself, eyes filled with frustration and hatred. "This, aren't you tiered of this? I'm not the same old Ryan whom you fell in love with, I can't do anything for you and our daughter. I am pathetic and your stuck with..."I kissed him before he finished whatever he wanted to say. I didn't want to hear the rest. " You are still the Ryan I fell in love with, your the husband I will always cherish, and no, I am not tiered of any of this. I am happy with you no matter how you are. I want to be there for you always and forever. There is something beyond love, and I feel that for you."
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I'm beautiful, I'm rich; I'm every guy's dream. In other words, I am perfect and I'm not afraid to flaunt it. But that's only what they tell me. I can't remember anything after the accident. I lost every memory I ever made, every thought I ever had. I was in a coma for five months and when I finally awoke in that sickeningly white hospital, no one would tell me anything; not even the black haired boy that scrambled to find a nurse as I moved for the first time in almost half a year. No one will give me the whole story and no one will tell me the truth. But I'm determined to figure it out because it's my life and I need to know who I was before the crash. The only problem: I don't know if I want to.

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