07/30/2026
I donāt think souls find each other only once.
I think they spend lifetimes searching, recognizing, returning.
Because no matter how many times life has tried to pull us apart, I have always found my way back to you.
Maybe thatās what love really is.
Not the absence of hardship, but the certainty of who you reach for when the world goes dark.
Itās your hand finding mine without either of us looking.
Itās choosing each other when choosing would be easier left undone.
Itās standing back-to-back against the storms that were never ours to carry, and somehow walking out of them still together.
Weāve lived through chapters that would have ended someone elseās story. Weāve carried grief, responsibility, fear, and hope in the same breath. And still, every time life has asked us who we belong to...
My soul has answered with your name.
You have never felt like coincidence.
Youāve always felt like gravity.
Like something written into the fabric of me long before I knew your face.
The kind of love that doesnāt beg to be seen because it exists in a thousand quiet moments no one else will ever witness.
The way you reach for me in your sleep.
The way your eyes find mine across a crowded room.
The silent promise that says, *Iām still here.*
Ten years is only a measure of time.
It says nothing about the lifetimes Iāve felt inside your embrace.
If souls are tied together by invisible threads, then ours must have been woven together long before we ever met. I have never once doubted that I was meant to find you.
In this life, and whatever comes after it, I think Iāll always be searching for the same heart. The same steady hand. The same quiet strength.
Iāll always gravitate toward you.
Because loving you has never felt like chance.
It has always felt like destiny.
Happy ten years, my love.
I would find you in every lifetime, in every universe, and in every version of our story.
And every single time...
I would choose you. š¤
