treats me
like a queen, she tells me over
the phone.
he adores me.
loves me.
worships me. he brings
me flowers,
gifts,
he draws hearts in the sand
when we're at the
beach.
he carves hearts into
trees,
into snow on the windshield
of his car,
with our names inside.
he texts me
almost every night
when he's free from
prying eyes.
he promises, after
the holidays,
when he has time to do
the paperwork,
and files for divorce
from his current wife,
he crosses his heart
and swears
that he'll make me his
bride.
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