There’s something profoundly beautiful about the way our love began. It wasn’t in a rush, nor in a grand, cinematic moment. It wasn’t the fireworks or the dramatic declarations that I’d once imagined. It was in the quiet, small things—those simple, often overlooked moments—that made it all real.

I remember the first time I saw you, though it feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. There was a softness in the air around you, something that drew me in. You didn’t have to say a word. Just the way you held yourself, the way the light touched your face—it felt like the universe had tilted just enough for our paths to cross. But it wasn’t just your beauty, which took my breath away, or the way the world seemed to pause when you entered a room. No, it was in the quietest things—your eyes, for instance.

That twinkle. It was like a spark of understanding, of something deeper, something that didn’t need to be explained. Every time I saw that look in your eyes, my heart would skip a beat, not from excitement, but from the sheer certainty that I had found something precious. Something rare. I could lose myself in your gaze for hours and not feel the weight of time passing. It was as if, when you looked at me, you saw me—truly saw me—in a way no one else ever had. You didn’t need to say a word for me to know that we were already speaking to each other in ways words couldn’t capture.

Then there was your scent. Oh, how I wish I could bottle it, keep it with me always. It wasn’t a perfume or anything easily identifiable, but it was the scent of you—of your skin, of the way you moved through the world. I can still remember the way it lingered in the air after you’d left, wrapping around me, keeping me close to you even when you were far away. Just the thought of it would send me back to the moments we shared, to the feeling of being so connected to you that it was like our hearts beat as one.

And the touch of your hand, so light and effortless, yet it grounded me in ways I never thought possible. I don’t know if you ever realized how much it meant, but every time you reached for me, it was as if the world stopped, and there was only us. The brush of your fingers against mine could speak more than any sentence. And when you held my hand, the warmth of your skin was enough to make all the doubts and uncertainties I once held fall away. I was home, and I knew that no matter where life took us, as long as we had each other, I had everything I needed.

But it was also in the way you made the ordinary extraordinary. The way you laughed when something amused you, the way your hair would fall just right around your face when you were lost in thought, how you would hum softly to yourself when you were content. Even your sighs, your quiet moments of contemplation, were sacred to me. It was in these moments, not in the grand gestures, that I found my heart entirely consumed by you.

You were everything to me—more than I ever knew I needed. You taught me that love wasn’t just in the big moments, the milestones, or the fairy-tale endings. Love was in the details: the way you would look at me when I said something silly, the way you would wrap your arms around me when life felt too heavy, how you would stand beside me without asking for anything in return. You were my constant, my anchor in a world that often felt chaotic.

I never expected to fall this deeply, to be so completely taken by someone—not just in body, but in soul. But with you, it was different. You made me a better version of myself. You showed me how love isn’t something we wait for or hope for; it’s something we create in every shared glance, every small touch, every unspoken word.

In a way, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put into words the depth of what you mean to me. You are my heart, my home, my everything. You are the quiet mornings, the peaceful nights, the moments when the world fades away and there’s just the two of us. And every time I catch a glimpse of that sparkle in your eyes, I’m reminded that this—us—was worth every moment of waiting.

There’s nothing more powerful than what we’ve built, and nothing more real than the love we share. It’s in the quiet things, the small, meaningful gestures that have become our love language. And with you, those moments have become everything.

Forever yours…