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The Bride To Be Was Driven
The driver’s kiss tasted like garlic and red pepper flakes with a bit of oregano.
Read this story that inspired mine by Ranch Hand
It was bold to ask him to come home with me, but I had to. Being in the pizza place with him, staring at his tattoos and beard…it was too much.
I had come to the city because it was where I had gone to school. It was where I had met him, my first fiancé, although he had never proposed to me. But we had talked about getting married. We had talked about forever and happily ever after all of the time.
But fate had other ideas for us. I lost him and I never got over it. I tried not to think about the accident that had taken him but not me. I could not even be mad about the driver who was not drunk — it was a slick road. We took my love out of the car, his severe injuries evident. My love was driving and took the brunt of the hit.
