“How we made it here…”
And when we grow old, and you look at me
with those tired eyes filled with a lifetime of stories,
and you quietly ask:
“How did we make it here… together?”
I will answer without haste,
as one speaks truths that have been truly lived:
We made it here because we chose to talk when it hurt,
because we lowered our voices before raising them,
because we understood that winning an argument
was never worth more than protecting what we had.
We made it here because we did not run
when everything began to shake,
because we searched for solutions with joined hands
instead of looking for someone to blame.
Because we learned that “us”
was always more important than pride.
We made it here because everything and nothing belonged to both of us:
the laughter, the falls, the uncomfortable silences,
the hidden tears and the genuine, unguarded joy.
Because we cried together without shame,
and we laughed even when life felt heavy.
We made it here because one day we promised
to stay through good and bad…
and we kept that promise when it stopped being easy.
Because love did not wear out with time—
it transformed.
It grew quietly,
becoming care, respect, tenderness—
a deep affection that no longer needs to be proven,
because it is felt in the way we look at each other.
And so we arrived here:
not by luck,
but by love that was worked on,
by daily choices,
by a kind of affection that never dies.
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