June

Just a summer romance, a whirlwind of exhilaration and reckless hope. We knew the rule: no expectations.

Under the scorching sun, we swam in the lake and soaked up the spontaneous moments. By August, this was no longer a simple infatuation.

Neither of us expected our relationship would endure all four seasons. Yet our love flourished through wind, snow and rain.

Each day, even a year later, feels like a youthful summer love with you: warm, relaxing and free.