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A Heart to Heal Part III

Updated on November 8, 2010


 Dont forget to read Part 1 and 2 if you havent already!!  It will make this part make more sense.  Once you have finished the first 3 parts read part 4 as the story goes on.  Vote it up if you like it!

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Part 3


Sixteen years and two children later, we are still together.  Not as perfect as we were in the beginning, hell not even as perfect as we were three years ago, but we are trying.  We have been through so much together and it’s not been easy by any means.


October 13, 1994, it was a Friday and Kyle and I were spending yet another night hanging out at his house.  His mom and dad were out for the night, we were the only ones home.  We watched some TV and then proceeded to do what teens do when their parents aren’t around, we made out.

I had been with other guys already so I wasn’t afraid.  Kyle was shaking all over.  We were in his room with the door shut; he caressed my breast as he kissed me gently on my neck.  He slipped my shirt off and then with the snap of one hand my bra came loose in back and he slid it down off of my shoulders and threw it to the floor.  He took his shirt off while I unbuttoned his pants.  Our lips locked again in a passionate kiss, my bare chest pressed next to his bare chest and the warmth of him next to me.  It was a passion I had never felt before, it felt so good but so wrong.  I wasn’t supposed to feel love, not this way, I was put on this earth to be used and abused.  I we continued to kiss as our bodies became one; my heart beating next to his, I began to cry.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

I softly reply through my tears “No, don’t stop.  I’ve never felt it like this and it is good.”

“I love you” he says and gently kisses me on the lips as he pulls me closer to him and continues to make love to me.

I lost myself to him that night; my heart was his from that point on.  I was loved, I was safe, and I was his.  I couldn’t fight it any longer, no more trying to push him away, I was his and he was mine.  When we were apart we hurt for each other, yearned to be next to each other.  When we were together nothing could stop us, nothing would separate us, and no one could hurt me ever again.

I found a happiness I had never known, I was afraid of course and the road was bumpy but we made it and we did it together.  I tried to push him away and he would pull me closer and love me stronger.  I tried breaking his heart but he wouldn’t falter.  I tried to cheat on him several times but as soon as another man would make his move towards me I would run and run until I was in Kyle’s arms again.  I would tell him of my efforts to cheat, to hurt him and he would smile and say “It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.  I love you.”

It was exactly what I needed.  I had pushed so many people away and they never fought for me, never tried to make me stay.  Kyle fought, he stuck by my side, he believed in me like no one ever had.  I finally saw this and gave into the fact that he really loved me for me and all the damage I came with.

He broke through the walls I had built and he healed my heart.  I felt good, beautiful and loved.  Who would have thought he would be the one to cause those old wounds to reopen, the walls to build up again, and the trust I gained from him and in him would be destroyed.



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