I wish he’d never touched me. That single act put my life on a trajectory for which no one could prepare. Through the decades, I witnessed death and torment which twisted me into the woman I am now.
Still, his curly hair, brown, like caramelized butter, and eyes a brighter shade combined with his honey-wheat skin to create a beautiful golden boy. He had dimples which, when he smiled, seemed to go all the way to his bones. I couldn’t resist.
But to begin right, I have to start this story on the day I met him.
