Our love was a wildfire, burning with a passion that could not be contained. Every kiss was a declaration of war against the forces that sought to tear us apart, every caress a promise of forever. In the quiet moments, we'd lay in bed, our hearts beating in sync, and talk about the future. We'd plan our wedding, the church adorned with lilies, her favorite flower, and our honeymoon under the stars in a place where the world was but a distant memory.

Ann Landers once said, "Love is a rose, but you've got to go through a lot of thorns to get to the good part." And it was true. Our journey wasn't without its thorns, but the beauty of our love made every prick worth enduring. We faced challenges with...