It was like a fairy tale, that first love of hers—Twilight’s got nothin’ on my baby girl. He was rich, breathtakingly bright, beautiful--and hopelessly smitten. She was…not so rich, very chubby—and still, damn her, very beautiful—and kinda shocked that he was so smitten. But she was a goner, too.
And in the picture, he gazes at her in a way that I am certain could save a life. In a way that I am certain we should all be gazed upon just once, so that we know what love looks like.
They lasted just long enough for her to learn some of the most important things about loving someone. The good and the bad.
So I call him her “training wheel love.”
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