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Love is blind, that's what they say.

But I find it to be true in a different way than the standard comprehension of the saying.

Love makes you turn a blind eye to a myriad of faults, misdeeds, and red flags is how

I've come to understand it.

I've been interviewed at least a dozen times now, and the number one question is always,

how could you love such a monster?

But I didn't really know the answer.

I'm both disgusted and quite frankly shocked that even still, when I lay awake at night

in my bed, I miss her.

My heart aches for her touch, while my stomach churns with revulsion.

How can I love a monster?

It all started with a smile.

One of those smiles that reached all the way up to the eyes, pure joy in the sparkle of

those baby blues.

You'd think after all those years of detective work, I'd be able to spot a killer when

I saw one, that I'd be able to smell the rot, brewing beneath layers of Chanel.

But love is blind, and I was hooked from the very beginning, and addict.

This smile led to conversation, which led to drinks, and then to the best sex I'd ever

had.

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