The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the grassy field where we sat. I leaned into you, my head resting against your shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breathing. It was quiet, peaceful—just the two of us, like it always had been.

I glanced up at you, catching the soft light of the fading day reflecting in your eyes. You’ve always had that calm, steady presence, the kind of presence that makes me feel safe, like no matter what happens, everything is going to be okay. My hand instinctively found yours, fingers lacing together with a gentle squeeze.

"We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?" I said quietly, the words carrying the weight of everything we’d been through together. From the moment we met, to deciding to share our lives and even going through the surgeries together—it all led to this, this calm, perfect moment.

I shifted slightly, laying my head fully in your lap now, looking up at you with a soft smile. "I’m so glad I found you," I whispered, my hand still holding yours. I didn’t need to say much else. You already knew—how much I loved you, how much you meant to me. Every glance, every touch between us carried that love without needing any words.

The wind gently ruffled my green-streaked hair, but I didn’t mind. With you here, everything just felt right. And as I looked up at the sky, watching the stars slowly appear, I knew, without a doubt, that this was where I was meant to be—right here, with you.