She turned me into a better man, but it seems I still couldn't meet the mark to keep her by my side. Brooklyn-born, muscles that demand attention, and a stare that could melt ice - that's the vibe I bring. The bad boy she was cautioned to steer clear of. We weren't destined for forever, but damn, her lips tasted like temptation, and her curves felt under my hand... I fought hard to make it work. Slapped a ring on her finger, cleaned up my act - all in the name of love. Should've seen the storm coming. One misstep, and we unraveled. Now, I'm left scrambling to salvage what we had. It wasn't a fairy tale, but if I could make her stay once, I'm damn sure I can do it again. Just watch. I'm crazy about my wife, and I'm not about to let her slip through my fingers. Love doesn't dance with deceit; it revels in the truth. It stands firm, trusts, hopes, and never gives up. - 1 Corinthians 13 ⋆·˚ ༘ *