Salvatore DiMarco / Diego Rossi
I removed my shoes and stripped down to my boxers. I crawled into bed with her, cuddling with my body. Her head landed on my chest, over my heart, and she sighed. The way we fitted together brought back so many memories.
Our bodies merged in a warm embrace, muscle memory, our past becoming one with this odd present we find ourselves in. Tucked between her body and mine was a hard, round belly, our baby growing, the sign of the deepest love I have ever held in my heart.
What started as an arranged marriage turned out into the most beautiful love story. Even when we are facing a downfall, we still love each other. She loved me when she thought I was gone. I loved her from a distance. We still love each other, even when she is angry, and I am remorseful a
