Yet Love

of the many cafés that dotted the city streets. Nathan's work had become more demanding, but it never seemed to dampen his love for her. When he returned

nments becoming more frequent, more prestigious. It wasn't that Amelia was unsupportive-far from it. But there were times when she questioned where she fit in, when she wonder

to visit the countryside. It was something they had always talked about doing but had never go

two tickets to a train that would take them

ittle routine, even temporarily, made her uneasy. But when s

ched out beneath an endless sky, and the scent of the flowers filled the air, relaxing her in ways she hadn't expe

s wound through charming buildings, their stone walls covered in ivy. The slow pace of

uld have breakfast on the terrace, watching the sun rise over the fields of lavender, and in the evenings, they

hrough a small vineyard, that Nathan stoppe

w my work has kept me away a lot, and I can see how it's affected us. But I want you to k

e weight of his words filled her with both relief and fear. Relief because he was acknowledging the

in his. "But I want to change that. I want us to make time for ea

words. "Nathan, I love you. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid that we'll keep growing ap

going anywhere, Amelia. Not for good. I want you to be a part of this life-this life that we're building together.

bility of a future with Nathan because of the unknowns. But standing there, in the quiet vineyard with the sun dipping low behind the hills, Amelia realized that she didn't need to have all t

voice steady. "And I want this,

leaned in and kissed her gently, the kiss filled with all the unspo

tasting local wines, and savoring the simple pleasures of life. Nathan took photographs of the vineyards, the sunsets, and the villag

r time away had given them both the clarity they needed. Nathan made a conscious effort to be present, to take the time to nurture thei

ut at the Paris skyline, Nathan turned to her and asked, "Do you ever w

n't know. But I think that's the beauty of it. We're writing our

g around her. "Together," he echoed s

through grand gestures or perfect plans, but through their wil