There was a time when I wasn’t ready for her, even though she had always been close by, my friend, the one who truly understood me. Life took me down paths that never seemed to work, no matter how hard I tried with anyone else. But it wasn’t failure—it was fate, slowly guiding me back to her. When I look at her now, I see more than the woman I love—I see the home my heart had been waiting for all along. It feels as if our hearts had been calling out to each other for years, just waiting for the moment we’d finally be ready to meet as more than friends. Now I have her, and I know I was meant to. I’m ready to stand by her side, to marry her, to love her children as my own, and to build the life we were always meant to share. She is my forever, and I would do anything to keep her love safe in my hands. Because some loves don’t just happen—they are written long before we know how to read them.