I Buried My First Love After He Died in a Fire 30 Years Ago – I Mourned Him Until I Realized Who My New Neighbor Was
I spent thirty years grieving my first love, believing he had died in a fire meant for both of us. I built my life around that loss, telling myself it was the truth. But one sunny morning, everything I thought I knew came crashing down. If I hadn’t been so stubborn about the hydrangeas, I wouldn’t have seen him. I wouldn’t have seen the man who everyone thought was dead… moving in next door. That morning, I was supposed to be thinking about flowers, about watering and pruning. But all