Four years in, and I still caught myself smiling at it as if I were a stranger seeing us for the first time.
From the very beginning, I felt like we’d found exactly what people spend their whole lives searching for. I was 33, married to a man I genuinely liked, which felt rarer to me than simply loving him.
I still caught myself smiling at it.
Sean and I rarely argued. We understood each other in that quiet shorthand couples build over time, the kind that doesn’t need many words, and we laughed together. I truly believed we were made for each other.
Our fifth anniversary was in three days, and I had a plan’…
I wanted to fill the living room with our favorite wedding photos, string them along the walls, and recreate the little corner where we’d shared our first slow dance.
I had a plan.
I even bought the same cheap champagne we’d toasted with back then because Sean always said the expensive kind ruined the memory. I wanted to recreate some of our happiest memories together.
