Sometimes, I look at myself and wonder how much marriage has shaped me. It’s strange how two people can go through so much laughter, tears, pain, joy and still find their way back to each other.
There were days when we laughed until our hearts ached, and nights when silence filled the room more than words ever could. There were moments of deep love, and others where hurt built quiet walls between us. We’ve seen success and failure, comfort and chaos, but somehow, love always whispered, “stay.”
Marriage has changed the way I see love. It’s no longer just about romance; it’s about patience, understanding, and choosing each other even when everything feels heavy. It’s crying and forgiving, arguing and healing, holding on and letting go all at once.
Sometimes, it broke me. Other times, it made me whole. I’ve learned that love doesn’t promise easy days it promises shared ones. And through every argument, every smile, every tear, I’ve discovered pieces of myself I never knew existed.
I’m not the same person I was when it all began. I’ve grown softer, wiser, stronger. I’ve learned that love is not about perfection, it’s about presence. Staying, even when it’s difficult. Believing, even when it hurts.
Because through all the ups and downs, one truth remains,we didn’t just build a life together; we built us.
Not a perfect story, just a real one
“MINE”
