It had been a long time coming. A long time since she’d felt at peace like this—like she could breathe, like she didn’t have to carry the weight of all the heartbreaks and confusion she’d experienced in the past. But now, with you sitting beside her, everything felt different.

You were quiet for a moment, watching the sunset as well, and Nana couldn’t help but sneak glances at you. Your presence, as always, was comforting—steady, warm, like a soft anchor in a sea that had once felt turbulent.

She turned to you, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You know, I used to think I’d never find someone who understood me. Not really.”

You glanced at her, meeting her gaze, and smiled back—genuine, soft. “I think we both know that’s not true anymore.”

Nana chuckled softly, the sound almost a sigh. She had never imagined she would feel like this: content, happy, safe. Not after everything. Not after the pain of her past relationships, the lies, the hurt. The endless searching for something—someone—to fill the space she thought was missing in her life. But with you, it was different.

She’d learned not to expect perfection, and maybe that was what had made this relationship work. There was no pressure to be anything more than what they were—no masks, no pretending. Just two people who had both gone through their share of struggles, and somehow, against all odds, found a way to build something real together.