We married young. Too young. I was 4 days past my 16th birthday, and he was 18. People told us it wouldn’t last. We laughed, confident that our love would prove them wrong.
But the joke was on us. When two flawed people come together and try to make a life, it’s never an easy feat.
Truth is, love is hard. Harder than we ever imagined it could be.
There have been days when our words have cut each other to the core. Days when the hurt and pain seemed larger than any abyss we could get through. And days when the sparks of love have felt like nothing more than a pile of dry grass......
I'm guest posting today over at my friend Jessica's.