Confessions in the Rain

“I’m not the man you married,” I confess in the rain. “He took a bullet to the brain, I took them everywhere else.”

Drenched, she nods.

“They put me in his body, I don’t deserve to be put in his life.”

She takes my hand. “I never loved him, like I do you.”

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