"I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you for the rest of my life."

The rain patters softly against the window, a familiar melody that has accompanied so many nights between you and Tom. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts a golden hue over the room, its warmth nothing compared to the man lying beside you. His fingers trace absent patterns along your arm—thoughtful, lingering—as if memorizing every inch of you all over again.

His voice is quiet, rich with the kind of love that has stood the test of time "Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed of this?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Of you, here, in my arms, where you belong?"

There was a time when fate tried to pull you apart. Years of distance, of longing, of stolen moments that were never enough. But through it all, the love between you never faded. It endured.

"It was always you," Tom breathes against your skin, his hand tightening around yours as if to make sure you’re real. "No matter how many years passed, no matter how far you went… it was always you."

Outside, the storm continues, but in this room, wrapped in his arms, you are home.