The sun will come out...tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow they'll be sun.
I saw the light come back to Jim's eyes as we finished 2000. He pampered me with affection. He made me breakfast in bed, warmed up the car on cold days, put little notes on my bathroom mirror. He knew I was worried one time about driving my escort up this steep hill in the dead of winter. The road hadn't been plowed. Jim met me at work and we switched cars. His Chevy Lumina APV van flew threw the snow like it was a snowmobile. Another time he made me this romantic dinner. He had candlelight, and after calling Mom to ask her what constituted as "romantic music" put Celine Dion on. He greeted me with a kiss at the door and had made this delicious meal. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.
He was talking about his past, still not ready to let it go, but talking about it. He wasn't working and spent his days hanging out with friends in the park. Our fights seemed to be less and less. He seemed to really be in love with me. I thought the best was yet to come as we approached our first anniversary.
I was dead wrong.
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