On The Death of Tom

When Tom found me, I was broken. Nearly five years before, I’d been hurt by the last man I’d loved. And then I’d stopped loving. I held on to that hurt for years and it poisoned everything. When Tom found me, I didn’t believe I could love anymore. I thought …

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