We have walked through countless seasons —
Warm summers where laughter bloomed,
Winters when the cold was not just in the air,
But in the spaces between us.
And yet, somehow,
We found our way back to each other’s warmth,
Again and again.
The years have softened our edges,
Smoothed away the rush,
Left us with something deeper —
A love that does not need fireworks,
Only the quiet comfort of knowing,
After all this time,
You are still my choice.