Happy ever after takes work. In some cases, lots of work.
I dropped my entire life in Oslo. I moved to Svalbard so I could be with the man I fell in love with. Things between us were great—for a while.
Now there’s constant arguments and loneliness. I miss Oslo and the life I had there. The only Oslo doesn’t have is him, and I really do love him… but can I really pick Svalbard for only that reason when everything else on the wretched island makes me miserable?