We're getting married!

For so long, love had felt like a distant dream—something just out of reach. There had been moments that felt close, fleeting touches of warmth, but never the kind that stayed. It was always almost, but never quite. A lingering ache, a quiet wondering: Is my person out there? Then, we met. There was no grand moment, no sweeping gestures. Just a feeling—instant, deep, undeniable. A quiet knowing, as if every step, every wrong turn, every heartbreak had been leading to one another. When we were together, silence wasn’t empty, but peaceful. Laughter wasn’t just noise, but music. Every glance felt like a promise, every touch like something sacred. And in each other's arms, the world made sense in a way it never had before. There was no question, no doubt. No need to prove, to chase, to mold into something else. We were seen, wholly and completely, and still—we were enough. Love wasn’t about searching or longing anymore. It wasn’t about trying to fit where we didn’t belong. It was about finding the one who made our souls sigh in relief, the one who made the world feel lighter just by being in it. And finally, after all this time, we had found it. We had found home.