They say love fades.
That time makes it dull, that reality makes it heavy.
But us?
We proved love can evolve... and still stay madly, wildly, stupidly us.
We didn't need fancy dates.
Just a "good morning, cutie" felt like springtime.
We didn't need promises every day.
Just showing up — after every fight, every storm — was enough.
And somehow, this chaotic, messy, beautiful thing we had…
Started feeling like home.
We weren't perfect.
God no.
You had your walls.
I had my scars.
But where the world saw brokenness, we saw pieces that finally fit.
I didn't fall for your looks.
I didn't fall for your voice.
I fell for the way you made life feel lighter.
I fell for the way even silence with you didn't feel empty.
Every version of me the shattered one, the loud one, the soft one
You accepted it all.
And every version of you the guarded one, the dreamy one, the chaotic one
I wanted to learn, over and over.
We didn't write our story to impress anyone.
We wrote it to exist.
To remind each other that
"hey, someone in this mad universe sees you fully, completely, without edit."
And maybe...
Just maybe...
If this is all a dream, then please
don't let me wake up.
Because in every timeline, every lifetime,
I'd still choose the same chaos.
The same girl.
The same love story.
Over and over again.
We weren't just in love, we were in alignment like stars that waited lifetimes to orbit close.