Five years later, the D-Day anniversary dread still hangs on. My body remembers—the time of year the change in the weather and seasons. My body remembers. He’s different. We are different. We are good. Better than before. Still, five years later, triggers come and go, but it’s easier. I love him. He loves me. My body still remembers.
5 years later
Five years later, the D-Day anniversary dread still hangs on. My body remembers—the time of year the change in the weather and seasons. My body remembers. He’s different. We are different. We are good. Better than before. Still, five years later, triggers come and go, but it’s easier. I love him. He loves me. My body still remembers.