We first crossed paths at a little ice cream bar by Mawtin Junction Center.

I never imagined he would one day be my other half—

quiet as twilight, words rare as falling stars—

yet now, he is the only one my heart calls home.

Our first date was a rush of uncharted skies—

two hearts meeting as each other’s first love,

innocent, untested, yet fearless in wonder.

Somehow, comfort bloomed between us like spring,

and now, when we part, the world feels quieter,

as if missing the other’s laughter is

the only language our hearts know.

After two years of loving across the miles,

we knew—without doubt, without hesitation—

that our lives belonged in the same story.

His proposal came simple, unadorned,

yet wrapped in the quiet romance

only truth can carry.

And though the moment bloomed in 2021,

the promise had lived in our hearts

long before the question was ever asked.

No longer bound only by the vows in our hearts,

we sealed our journey in the eyes of the law—

in the very place where we bought our first home together.

And now, as 2025 dawns,

we celebrate thirteen years of us,

raising a glass to the countless chapters

still waiting to be written.