Until it happened.
Rewind back a year, and I was literally thinking I might never find my someone. Living and working in South Tel Aviv with refugees was my life, and meeting possible suitors wasn’t exactly in the cards. I had to leave the country every three months, so this time I decided a trip to Malta was just the ticket. I headed off alone, unbeknownst to me that I would meet my future husband there (read more about that story here).
We dated a year, got engaged on New Years, and decided to get married…
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