It began quietly—in a classroom, during our early academic days.
Two classmates. Strong opinions. Small clashes.
Nothing extraordinary, except that neither of us knew this ordinary meeting would one day change everything.

Time turned conversations into comfort, and comfort into something deeper. Love arrived gently—not loud or sudden, but honest.

Life took us in different directions. We grew separately, yet never truly apart.
Years later, our paths crossed again—with clarity instead of confusion.
Choosing each other felt less like a beginning, and more like a continuation.

Seven years followed—of distance, growth, and becoming.
Through it all, one thing remained constant: choosing to stay.

And here we are—not at the end, but at the beginning of our forever.

What was meant to be, found its way.