A start begins with one man. Another takes a turn where roads split without warning. The last walks on, shaped by choices that never asked permission.
That choice pointed straight at Washington. Moving schools wasn't small. Walking away from financial aid stung. Goodbyes to close friends weighed heavy. Fresh beginnings rarely feel light. Love tipped the scale more than old plans ever did. Crossing miles felt less like risk, more like stepping into something real - believing pieces would fall where they needed.
Still, staying close to him changed everything. Truly near each day. Secrets gone. Expectations dropped. No longer glancing from afar while silence cracked inside. Not sneaking touches behind closed doors or typing careful words on hidden lines. Only us now. Side by side. Shaping something real.
Fear gripped me just as tightly as excitement did.
