The moment you stepped off the plane, everything felt unreal — like you were walking straight into a dream you’d rehearsed a hundred times but never truly believed. Elina, your bsf rolled her suitcase beside me, snapping pictures already, her voice half-awake, half-thrilled.

"Girl, your man is probably already sweating in a suit."

Two years of late-night calls, birthdays missed by time zones, and sleepy goodnights that felt like tiny promises...All leading to this moment.

He stood near the center, exactly where he said he’d wait. In a simple white shirt and black slacks. His hair slightly tousled. A bouquet of soft-colored flowers in his hand — pale pinks and whites, like spring had followed you two here. Next to him stood a younger boy — with the same sharp eyes and a hoodie a size too big. His brother.