I Married My Best Friend—Days Before Our Fifth Anniversary, I Heard Him Say, “She Walked Right Into My Trap”

you…”

“Yes,” I answered before he’d even finished asking.

He laughed.

“At least let me finish the question next time.”

Five years later, we owned a cosy house only three streets from where we’d grown up.

Every morning started with coffee together.

Every evening ended on the same couch.

Three weeks before our fifth wedding anniversary, I decided Matthew deserved continue reading …