Jaeden and you were young. Famous. In love.

And somehow, despite everything—the cameras, the headlines, the pressure—they made it work.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect. They had their fights, sure. There were nights one of them went to bed frustrated, mornings where words came out too sharp. But they always found their way back. Always.

Because they were real.

Because they wanted each other—through the mess, the stress, the missed calls and the late flights. Through the weeks apart on set and the paparazzi camped outside their front door.

It wasn’t about proving anything to the world. It was just… them.

She loved how Jaeden could make her laugh when she felt like crying. The way he held her hand under the table during interviews when she got nervous. How he always saved her the last bite, even when it was the best one.

And Jaeden loved Julie’s quiet strength. The way she saw through all the noise and really knew him. How she remembered the names of every crew member on set. The way she’d lean her head on his shoulder after long days, like being near him made the world stop spinning so fast.

One afternoon, after a week apart for filming, she came home to their apartment. She dropped her bag by the door and walked into the living room, expecting silence.

Instead, she found Jaeden standing there—hoodie half-zipped, holding a mug of coffee meant for her.

“I missed you,” he said simply.

She walked straight into his arms.

“I missed you more,” she whispered against his chest.

They didn’t need big declarations. They didn’t need fireworks. Just this. Just the quiet knowing that no matter how crazy the world got, they had each other.

Later that night, they curled up on the couch with her legs over his, his fingers absently tracing shapes on her thigh.

“Think we’ll still be doing this in ten years?”* she asked.*

£He looked over at her, smiled like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire world, and said,* “I hope so.”

Because love wasn’t about being perfect. It was about staying. Trying. Choosing.

And Jaeden and you? They chose each other. Every time.