My mama always said that falling in love for the first time would be one of the greatest feelings on Earth. She also said it would be one of the worst. She didn’t lie.
A lot can happen in ten years – people grow, feelings change, life moves on – but what happens when none of those things ever change? What happens when you never grow, when your feelings stay the same, and you never move on?
Do you stay, or do you decide to change it all and move on, leaving that kind of love behind?