We've known each other for as long as we can remember - before life got complicated, before love had a name. Our families crossed paths, our lives overlapped, and somehow we were always there, just on the edges of each other's worlds. Childhood passed with familiar and easy conversations, never knowing what it was quietly becoming. As the years went on, life pulled us in different directions, but it never fully pulled us apart. We grew, changed, learned who we were - and in doing so, we found our way back to each other, this time with intention. What once felt familiar became meaningful. Conversations grew deeper, laughter lasted longer, and being together started to feel like home. Falling in love didn't all happen at once. It was in the small moments - the comfort, the trust, the way we showed up for each other without being asked. Loving you felt natural, like something that had been waiting patiently for the right time. And when you asked me to spend forever with you, it didn't feel like the beginning as much as a continuation. A promise built on a lifetime of knowing, growing, and choosing each other. We didn't just find love - we grew into it. And now we get to spend the rest of our lives writing the story that started all those years ago.