Alora was fourteen when fate brushed past her, disguised as a kind face and shining eyes. Gabriel was sixteen—steady as a heartbeat, with a smile that felt like shelter. What began as conversation became something softer, deeper, unfolding between music, dreams, and whispered truths. Love arrived gently. She felt it in the flutter of her heart when his name appeared; he felt it in the hush the world fell into when she spoke. He waited—not from doubt, but devotion. When he finally kissed her, time held its breath. Life, however, had its own plans. Circumstances pulled them apart, separating them but never to far. Distance stretched between them, years passed, and they grew apart yet never away. Beneath every season, their love lingered—patient, faithful, unbroken. When their paths crossed again, they were no longer children chasing wonder, but souls ready to choose it. What they had started so young had survived time itself, and this time, they knew: this was forever. Their love remained, deeper now, steady and sure. Their story isn’t about perfect timing—it’s about destiny that waited patiently, love that endured, and a promise to spend eternity together. They didn’t fall back in love. They returned home. Because some love stories don’t fade. They wait. 💍✨