Four years ago, she handed him a packet of tissues, and he remembered her eyes. Four years later, his daughter called her Mom, and the two of them signed an agreement. One was afraid to believe she could be loved. The other didn’t know how to love. It wasn’t a carefully planned secret crush or a fated reunion. It was simply fate giving them a chance to go from strangers to familiar faces, from an agreement to true affection. Then, slowly walking together, slowly drawing closer, they came to realize: you could be the harbor I call home.
