I want to write a story… a story about your smile, your eyes, and the way you listen to all my nonsense without a hint of judgment.
I know I’ll share all the secrets we kept, all the moments we lived in silence and happiness, but in the end, I’ll tear the last two pages… because incomplete stories are always the most beautiful.
I come from a world that feels so different from yours, yet when we are together, it’s as if those differences disappear. The love we share isn’t defined by the names we carry or the paths we were born so called “tag”.
Your hands in mine, your patience when I talk without pause, your ability to love without conditions… these are the chapters I want to remember. The chapters filled with pure happiness, little promises, and a future we get to write ourselves.
So let’s not rush to the last page. Let’s leave it unwritten, a space for our imagination, for whatever comes next.
Because incomplete stories are the most beautiful… just like us.