(Part 2)
After I proposed on 19 October 2024, everything felt different—but also the same.
She was still the same quiet, gentle person I had fallen in love with.
I was still the same nervous boy who had spent years waiting to tell her.
But now, we were together. ❤️
At first, it felt strange.
Holding hands in public, sharing jokes, planning little things together—it all felt new.
We laughed at the awkward moments.
We learned each other's habits—the way she always flipped her hair when nervous, the way I chewed my pen when thinking too much.
These small things became the foundation of something deeper.
College ended, but our love didn't stop.
We met every week, sometimes in crowded cafes, sometimes in quiet parks.
We talked about everything—our dreams, our fears, our past, and our future.
We didn't need to rush. We didn't need drama.
Every conversation, every small smile, every touch was a reminder that we had waited for this.
I watched her grow, she watched me grow, and slowly our lives began to intertwine. 🌿
Then came the day we decided to marry.
It wasn't a sudden decision—it was the natural step of a love that had matured.
Family meetings, preparations, small celebrations with our closest people.
I proposed again, this time with rings, a gentle promise, and a heart full of hope.
She said yes once more, and I knew I had found my forever. 💍
Marriage was not the end of waiting—it was a new chapter.
We learned patience in different ways.
Sometimes, disagreements came—small ones, silly ones—but love always guided us back.
We supported each other's dreams, cheered in each other's successes, and comforted in failures.
It was ordinary life—but filled with extraordinary love.
Years passed.
We welcomed our first child, a little bundle of joy who made our hearts explode with happiness. 👶
Then another.
Our home became full of laughter, tiny footsteps, bedtime stories, and the warmth of family.
Every time I looked at them, I remembered the years I had waited silently for her in college.
Every day I realized that waiting, courage, and honesty had led me here—to a life I could never have imagined. 🌸
We still meet each other's eyes in quiet moments—sometimes across a crowded room, sometimes in the kitchen while making breakfast.
That same spark from the first day in college is still there.
Our love is older now, deeper now.
It's not the fiery, dramatic love of novels—it's the real, patient, enduring kind.
And it's ours. ❤️
Looking back, I smile at the boy who waited silently in college.
I smile at the girl who came into my life so quietly yet completely.
I smile at the years of patience that gave birth to this beautiful story.
Some people spend their lives searching for love.
Some people find it instantly.
I waited.
And when I finally spoke, I found everything I had ever hoped for—and more. 🌟