There was a moment Denise realized love wasn’t about how much you had… or what color your skin was. Love wasn’t about hiding in fear--- afraid of being yourself. It wasn’t about being good enough or woman enough. It is about knowing what is compatible for you. What makes your heart sing and your knees weak. What makes you feel anxious and grateful to wake up in the morning without any regrets. She grew up thinking love had to be with a man who she had history with… who she felt comfortable with. Only to find out that you don’t always have to go through life thinking love just has to come from one person… no matter race or even gender. It’s about what makes your soul mesh with that person to no end. Denise was heartbroken and afraid to open herself to love--- she began to lose herself --- will it be too late for Denise or will she give herself a chance to love again?