Not everything lasts.
We both knew that
from the beginning.
Life changes,
people leave,
feelings fade—
that's what we've seen.
But somehow—
we didn't become
another story that ended.
We became something real.
Not perfect,
not easy,
not always beautiful—
but real.
We stayed
when it would've been easier
to walk away.
We listened
when silence tried
to take over.
We chose each other
even when love
asked for effort.
And now—
when I look at us,
I don't see something fragile.
I see something
that survived.
Something
that proved itself
through time.
And that means more
than anything temporary
ever could.