I went to Scotland to learn about the world, I never expected to find love.

Except, the one I’m meant to be with is also the person who hates me the most.

Isla.

Independent and free, like the rolling hills of her beloved Scottish Highlands.

She grew wild, like the heather she loved so much.

I want to cherish her, not own her, because wildfires aren’t meant to be tamed, but allowed to blossom. To burn bright and beautiful, without being held captive.

My only goal is to win her heart. 

I just hope I don’t lose mine in the process.