Leigh and I have approached a bridge that is one I'm sure many couples have met before. Their spittle dangles. This is a bridge we need to travel over, in different cars. There is no E-ZPass. It is that bridge of doubt and lack of forgiveness. It is that bridge you look upon and just guess it's depth. We need to love each other through shitty times. And, that is my bridge. My bridge is weak and rickety. It is barely standing. It is scary. It sways. Yet, that is me at this point.
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