They didn’t understand that our love had been slow like the seasons, built on a foundation of honesty and trust. Nobody understood, yet within days, Eason and I were labeled backstabbing and taboo. It was a whole big thing and Eason had lost his mind, but I’d put my foot down when he’d tried to come home early. People would forever talk and make assumptions, but at the end of the day, the only things that mattered were that Eason and I knew who we were, how we had fallen in love, and where the future was leading us.
