[LINA]
Dylan told me he owned the entire island—the house, the land, everything. "That's where all my money went," he said with a small, almost embarrassed smile.
He had planned to retire here—or at least escape to this island after I got married. But somewhere along the way, his feelings for me got in the way, and everything changed.
He also had some savings tucked away, not as much as mine, he admitted, but enough to start a simple, quiet life. Enough to raise a family and live comfortably until the end of our days.
But honestly, I didn't care about any of that.
All I ever wanted was him—through thick and thin, rich or poor. The world could fall apart, and I would still choose him, again and again.
We danced barefoot under the moonlight, to music only we could hear, spinning and laughing as if the rest of the world had melted away.
But the most precious moments were the quiet ones.
