Second Honeymoon III: Roman

The resort, the island, the Bahamas themselves, were honestly whatever to me in comparison to the real reason I was there. Hannah. I loved watching her rejoice in so much happiness and freedom; it was infectious. While it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying myself, watching her have fun was the best part of my vacation. It really felt like we were finally newlyweds. I decided to mark the date in my phone so that maybe we could consider the first day of that vacation as our wedding anniversary. The real one would forever be tainted with the memory of the motivations for why it took place. This one wouldn't. This was a choice made all on our own because we loved each other.