Evie loved me. She was the first person who had ever said the words who I believed. I more than believed. I knew for sure. Her actions defined the concept for me and shined a glaring light on the falseness and mistakes, on everything else and everyone that had come before. She was the end of the hurt. The justification for why I had gone on. Why I had hung in there all these years. She was the only person I believed in. There were spaces in her life that I was able to fill. Able to fill by becoming a stronger, more compassionate version of myself.
She loved me so much that soon after we got together she declared that I alone would be her only lover. Something about her feelings for me transcended the carnal. Seems like a given but this was a first for her. Her life, despite her marriage,
