Maverick, age 36

Seasons changed, and life continued on. I learned to stop running and claim my space.

Wilde Bay became the home I never believed it could be. I found a quiet, peaceful kind of happiness.

And I learned to let go and move on.

No part of me would ever forget Harley. How could I? I was the man I was because I’d known and loved Harley.

But I stopped clinging to a secret hope for us.

I let myself live.

But I never loved again.

-Maverick, age 36

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