Because He Loved Me
We were so young. The world was our oyster, and we believed that everything was possible. We would right all the wrongs and create a new and better reality that was kind and gentle. Something that welcomed diversity and celebrated difference. A rainbow world in which the sunshine would fall on everyone, and no one would be left behind. We were so young, and we believed that love was enough and that we could change the world. It didn’t work out that way, of course. The boy I fell in love with—the one who believed that I could hang the moon if I wanted to—was fighting a battle I would only come to understand much later. He loved me—never stopped. But I was his aberration. And my knowing this was a corrosive thing in our relationship. I was not mature enough to be willing to share. I pushed the only man who never stopped loving me away. But he refused to be kicked to the curb. He insisted on building a new family with me. And even in my immaturity and jealousy, I could see the bri...
