We almost let go— hearts hanging by threads, words turned sharp, breaking what we thought was unbreakable. But in the silence after, we chose to stay. We held each other, not out of fear or habit, but with a fragile hope. We built from the wreckage, each crack filled with something deeper, each scar a promise kept. Now, we stand, not perfect, but whole, knowing what we have— love, tested and true, stronger in its breaking, joyful in its becoming.