Page 102 of Wanting My Husband
I look around my house, the one Luke grew up in, the one I assumed I would die alone in but is now a real home again thanks to Chad, and I know it’s true. And I think at the heart of it, that's all love really is—wanting the other person to be the happiest version of themselves and doing what you can to make that happen.
I think everyone in this house might actually want that for me.
When I lost Luke, I thought I’d never know love again. But Chad has helped me realize that loving him doesn’t erase what Luke and I had. Chad has shown me not only that he loves me and I could find love again but that I had it all along.
When we woke up in Vegas the day after our wedding, I was so convinced we’d made a horrible mistake, but it really was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Doesn’t mean I’ll ever wear that shirt though.
Probably.
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