[color=#000099][/color] Chapter One Our love story started long before Matthew and I ever actually met. And when you think about it, most love stories start that way. Every moment leading up to the one in which you meet your future husband or wife somehow shapes you and prepares you for that person you were fated for. Any previous heartbreaks or dark days or lonely nights can be crucially important in the grand scheme of things—sometimes we need to know what something feels like when it’s wrong before we can ever really know it when another thing is RIGHT. So that’s why I need to start the story with a little bit of background. The whole “girl meets boy, boy and girl fall in love, boy and girl get married” model is a little too simplistic for my needs. You people want details, don't you? Of course you do. When I was 18 years old and working as a waitress at a little family restaurant, I met a guy who was 10 years older than me. He was the one who came before Matthew. We dated for three and half years, and

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and even
lived together during the last
year and half of that
relationship. We moved into a
tiny little house and owned
Gracie and Cooper together and
our relationship was never a
terrible one. He was a good guy,
I was a good girl, and we really
did love each other.
But for every moment of those
three and a half years, I had a
nagging, itching, aching feeling
that he would never be the right
one for me. Despite his great
heart, he lacked ambition and
drive and handled his finances
very poorly and, at the heart of
it all, was very insecure despite
being a bright and attractive
guy. I understood him, though. I
understood that his family had
never prepared him for LIFE, and
the poor decisions he had made
as a younger man had him
caught in a sticky web and a
hole he just couldn’t seem to dig
himself out of.
As the years went by, he could
give me less and less of what I
needed. Things became strained
between us. I was a terrible nag,
and I see that now. But the
problem was that there were just
too many things about him that I
wanted to change. And as I
began to realize that I could
never change him and shouldn’t
have to, I struggled SO much
with what the right thing to do
was. It ate away at me day and
night, because I honestly
couldn’t imagine my life without
him. And being alone TERRIFIED
me. TBC

But op is this a literature section??