Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

We built it slow. Brick by brick.

I told him everything eventually—about the ex, the betrayal, the whole mess.

He nodded and said, “That sucks. But you’re still here.”

Sometimes, it’s not about being saved. It’s about being seen.

Six months after we met, we moved in together. Not because we were trying to prove anything, but because it felt right.

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