They had a history together but time had changed things. Life happened. I do's were said. Babies were born. Years passed. He never moved on. He never gave up on one day getting a second chance. He could never love another as he had loved her.
They had just met. How could he love her enough to want to spend the rest of his life with her? It was crazy but it felt so right.
She was older and had been married before, but none of that mattered to him. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. It didn't matter what anyone else thought because they loved one another.
Three different relationships, yet they all somehow interweave. Is there actually such a thing as one great love?