What if your knight in shinning armour falls hard? What then?
I cry in silence, I cry within my soul, scared to death just to think that my hubby could be taken by this unmerciful evil worrier, who's lunging as many as he can.
When I go back in time, to the year 2006 to be exact, the year I met him in Paris, I was the typical New Yorker woman with the "I don't need men", don't mess with me" attitud.
Look at me now 13 years later, still getting butteflies in my stomach, and looking forward to get home after work and cuddle in his arms while we watch our favorite tv series.
In a nutshell, to those who are lucky enough to have a significant one, may this nightmare soon be over; and to those whose second half has fallen, my heart is with you.