She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

Afraid that I would misunderstand, that I would see his actions through the lens of the past instead of the present.

And for a moment, I almost let my fears win. I almost let the ghost of an old love story destroy the real one we were living.

But real love isn’t just about passion or history. It’s about standing together, even when doubt creeps in. continue reading …