Love isn’t always grand gestures or perfect honesty. Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s misunderstood. And sometimes it’s a man bringing home flowers with dirt on the stems because he ran out of time after reading stories to someone who barely remembers her own name.
I nearly lost faith in us because I assumed the worst.
So let me ask you—have you ever been absolutely certain you knew what was going on, only to discover the real story was something else entirely?
