Another Year, Still You

It feels like just yesterday we were nervously holding hands, wondering where this would all lead. Now here we are, another year deeper, and I still get butterflies when you walk into the room. Every season with you has become a chapter I never want to finish reading.

I think about the late nights, the laughter that hurt our stomachs, the quiet moments that said more than words ever could. We've grown in ways I couldn't have imagined, and somehow we grew closer instead of apart. Thank you for choosing me again and again, for making ordinary days feel like something worth remembering.