One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves began to fall and the fireplace crackled in their cozy living room, Steve wrapped his arms around Amber and said something she would never forget.
Amber smiled through her tears.
Love, she realized, isn’t about flawless beginnings or fairy-tale endings. It’s about standing beside someone as they carry their past—and choosing, every day, to help them carry it.
It’s about emotional healing, marriage therapy, and the kind of compassion that only grows with age and understanding.
Most of all, it’s about knowing that while we all carry invisible stories, we don’t have to carry them alone.
