…one night in July when I thought enough was enough

Finally getting back into the swing of all things Feasting Hearts, I am picking up the series around the tale of how my husband became my husband. This second piece follows up from that first chance encounter at a brunch spot in Beirut. And like the first story of our tale, it includes hints of fond romanticism over a time and place in my life, as much as it is of my growing feelings for a friend.