Sedona was supposed to be the honeymoon reset. We picked Devil’s Bridge because it looked wild and impossible—something to cross together. But halfway up, my legs shook and so did my voice. I kept thinking: This is the photo everyone posts, but no one talks about the silence when you run out of things to say. We made it to the top. The view was sharp, the drop sharper. We smiled for the camera, but the truth is, I was scared of how far we’d come and how far we still had to go. Honeymoons aren’t magic. Sometimes they just show you what’s already there. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HoneymoonTruths