Love You, Always

My world ended when I lost my husband, but what I thought was the end could be the beginning of something else if I can finally let go. Caring for my three children has been my only priority in the aftermath of losing the man I've loved since I was seventeen years old. Forced to move forward, I enrolled in college, made a friend who had been there, and done that. I also hired a sexy younger man to tutor me in math, who also taught me how to have fun again. And I met a man who wanted to love me whether I wanted him to or not. Will the lessons I learned in the first year of college give me the strength to live again? Or will my inability to let go keep me from having a second chance at love?