Our House by the Sea: When Love Meets Boundaries
When I first met Brian, I was a sleep-deprived graduate student buried in architecture projects and late-night ramen dinners. He had just joined our firm as a marketing associate. He wasn’t the kind of man who turned heads instantly—his suits were too big, his socks never matched, and his smile leaned crooked. But when he admitted, with disarming honesty, that the oversized suit belonged to his father because laundry day had gone wrong, I laughed. That clumsy charm drew me in, and from that moment we were never far apart.
Four years later, we had built a life together. By the time we married, our daughter Lily had already been born. She became our anchor, the little heartbeat that made our dreams real. From the beginning, Brian and I imagined a simple life near the sea—not glamorous, not polished, just a place where mornings smelled like salt and coffee, and Lily could grow up chasing seashells instead of traffic lights.
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