It’s a stupid, old boat. Leaky, barely runs, but somehow, it’s ours. We got it on a whim—both broke as hell, but we didn’t care. We made it work, like we always do. You’re sitting next to me, the sun’s setting, and for once, I don’t feel the weight of everything around us. I just feel you.

We say we're engaged—no ring, no ceremony. We joke about it, but deep down, it’s real. I don’t need a diamond or a fancy dress to know you're the one I want. We're figuring it out, together. No one else needs to understand.

This boat, this moment, it’s perfect. We’ve got nothing, but with you by my side, it feels like everything. I’ve told you a thousand times—I’m yours, forever, no matter what we’ve got or don’t. You’re my person.

Yeah, we’re broke. But what’s money anyway? I got you. And one day, I’ll find a way to make it official, give you that damn ring. But for now, this boat is our world, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. We’re already living the dream.