Elisa Muse
The way his eyes changed from livid to soft when he saw my bruises, he told me everything. He loved me beyond my scars, beyond my nightmares and my broken heart. He loved all of me: the good, the bad and the ugly...
I was fortunate to have a man beside me that loved me like that. This kind of love is a love that people write about, and I am living it. The way his eyes locked with mine, and he told me he loved me was a sure reminder that we were one flesh, one soul... that we belonged together.
He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower with me. Tenderly, he washed my hair, massaging my scalp. The aromatic shampoo Colette brought me filled the room, and the steam of the water spread it all around. Surprisingly, my bruises and the shame they brought with them wer
