I do.

Two simple words.

How can they feel so right as they leave my lips, yet taste so wrong at the same time? They say the hand that gives also takes, offering nothing freely—and I’m starting to believe it.

Can I have it all? Can I keep them all?

Shakespeare once said the course of true love never runs smooth, and I’ve never felt that truth more deeply.

What happens when the future I’ve built collides with a past I never even knew existed? When our demons lurk in the shadows, ready to swallow us whole?

Just when I think I’ve found answers, more questions take their place.

History has a way of repeating itself—whether for better or worse—and we’re all just along for the ride.