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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