I met my husband in high school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was my first love\u2014the kind that doesn\u2019t feel like fireworks, not at first. It feels quieter than that. Steady. Certain. Like you\u2019ve finally found the place you\u2019re supposed to rest your head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were seniors, stupidly confident, wrapped up in the idea that love made you untouchable. We talked about the future like it was a straight line\u2014college, careers, a nice house, all of it waiting for us like it was guaranteed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We had no idea how quickly life can turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a week before Christmas when everything cracked open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was on my bedroom floor wrapping presents when my phone rang. His mom\u2019s voice hit my ear like a siren\u2014screaming, sobbing, trying to form sentences.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I caught fragments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAccident.\u201d
\u201cTruck.\u201d
\u201cHe can\u2019t feel his legs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hospital smelled like disinfectant and stale coffee. Everything was harsh\u2014fluorescent lights, beeping machines, the metallic coldness of fear that sits in your mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was there in the bed with rails and wires, a neck brace, his eyes open, trying to look brave and failing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I took his hand and didn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d I told him. \u201cI\u2019m not leaving.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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