An Ocean Apart

I was once told by my extremely wise grandmother that truly loving someone means putting their needs above your own. I’d always questioned the phrase, thinking how absurd it seemed that someone could leave their companion for their own good and still claim to love them. I never understood the gravity and wisdom of her words until now when I myself was placed in the very same situation I could never wrap my mind around.

It all started with one month, one trip across the Atlantic and one boy I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with.