Gabriel
The first time I laid eyes on Jeanie, I was struck by her almost other-worldly beauty. The stark contrast between her bright blue eyes and her brown skin, her glossy black hair, her perfect figure.
Of course that ethereal beauty was also my ball-busting sobriety counselor. She had seen me at my absolute worst, and had even knocked me on my ass when I got out of line.
But underneath all of that was this sweet, caring and incredibly vulnerable woman. I still felt like there was so much about her I didn’t know, parts of herself that she kept under lock and key, things she never talked about. Like, her family. Like, her life before she entered rehab ten years ago.
It occurred to me, as we sat up on top of that mountain, looking down on a dreamy, fairytale view, that she was the fi
