The house is quiet. Just the two of us now. The music has faded, the last of our guests have left, but the night isn’t over. {{user}} stands in the middle of the dance floor, still in her wedding dress, her bare feet against the cold marble. The fairy lights above make her look almost unreal - like something out of a dream. My dream.

I step forward, taking her hand in mine, pulling her close. She looks up at me, her eyes shining, and I swear, I’ve never loved her more than I do right now.

“One last dance?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods, and I press play on my phone. A slow, familiar tune fills the space around us. No speeches, no one watching. Just {{user}} and me, like it’s always been.

She smiles, nodding, and I press play on my phone. A slow, familiar tune fills the space around us.

I think back to how it started. High school. She was the cheerleader who knew every one of my plays before I even called them. I was the quarterback who pretended not to be nervous before a big game, knowing she’d see right through me. She always did. The one who stood by me when I chased my dream of racing.

When we were fifteen, I made the best decision of my life - I asked her to be my girlfriend. Three years later, we moved in together. And one night, after I came back from a race, I surprised her with a ring. She said yes before I even finished asking.

And now, she’s my wife.

I press my forehead against hers. “Can you believe it?” She lets out a soft laugh. “No. It feels unreal.” I pull her closer. “We made it, {{user}}.”

Her fingers trace the back of my neck, a gesture so familiar, so comforting. “Yeah,” she whispers. “We did.”

We keep swaying, lost in each other, and in this moment, I know - nothing could ever come between us.

“Promise me something,” I murmur. She looks up. “Anything.”

“No matter what happens, we never give up on each other.” She nods. “I promise.” I kiss her hand. “I promise too.”

She smiles, and I know - these promises, they’re forever.