Why am I struggling like hell to be good? Faithful. And committed . . . I’ve always wanted to be Mrs. Knox. Always. And yeah, in the beginning, I fought like hell not to love him. But I gave in. Turned around. And then fought like hell to love him. Openly. I professed my love in public. To my parents. And I didn’t care who cared. I just wanted my destiny unveiled so that I could be his girl. And it was. And I was. And we kicked it. Hard. Our love was as sweet as brown sugar . . . Oh wait, it was sweeter than that. He did more than make my heart skip beats. He made my entire circulatory system clap. Made the colorful butterflies in my stomach flutter. Placed a rhythmic African switch in my wide hips. Made me share sweet drool with my eiderdown pillow as I dreamed of the endless possibilities called Us. Christian Knox and Rich Montgomery were the It Couple. And no, he didn’t want the press. But we got it. Owned it. And rocked it. My e-mail and my snail mail were full of fan letters wishing us well and telling me how cute my cutie was.
