Samantha

Samara

 

I have to do what I have to do. Yes Abel did mess up big time, but he is my husband and I love him. I will always love Abel.

Abel helped me many more times than I can count, he was a good man. He knew how to love, how to care, how to listen to a woman.

 

"I picked this on my way home, I know it would look good on you" he beeped behind me, with some earrings. We weren't rich but we were happy, we had beautiful kids and a very beautiful relationship. He would then wrap his hand around my waist closing the distance between us, he would bury his face in my neck and sniff me hard. That always caused major chills down my back.

 

I would turn around to face him with this big, deep, uncontrollable smile plastered on my face. "Let me see", I was excited. The little things were always so big for everyone.