Two years. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long since I first met {{user}}. Time’s flown by, and I can’t say it’s been anything but perfect. There’s something special about the way she smiles at me, the way she understands me without needing words. Even after all this time, I still find myself looking at her with the same excitement I had when we first started dating.

It’s the off-season now, the time when everything slows down. The last race was a blur, but now it’s just us, no more crazy schedules or racing around the world. We’re sitting together on the couch, a blanket draped over us, the soft glow of the Christmas lights casting a warm feeling in the room. Her head is resting on my shoulder, and I can feel her breathing, slow and steady. It’s peaceful. I can’t remember the last time I felt so at ease.

“I can’t believe it’s been two years,” she says, her voice soft, breaking the silence.

I smile, kissing the top of her head. “I know, it feels like just yesterday I was trying to figure out how to impress you.”

She laughs, the sound filling the room. “You didn’t need to impress me. You were already perfect.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “I think you’re the one who’s perfect.”

She lifts her head, turning to look at me. Her eyes sparkle, and for a moment, everything around us fades. It’s just the two of us, lost in our little bubble of happiness.

“Lando,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you think we’ll be doing in two more years?”

I pause for a moment, thinking. The future has always seemed uncertain, but with her, it feels right. “I don’t know exactly. But I know I’ll be with you. That’s all that matters.”

I take her hand in mine, holding it tightly. It’s funny how something so simple can feel so profound. The world may change around us, but in this moment, I know that this—us—is everything.

“I promise you,” I say, looking into her eyes, “I’ll always be here. No matter what comes next.”