need?” “How do you feel?” They did not always get it right, but they kept coming back to the table, to the shared space where both voices mattered. What had once been decided in isolation slowly became a conversation. They began to understand that love was not about always knowing the right thing, but about being willing to stay present in the wrong moments too. In that ongoing, imperfect effort, they found something sturdier than certainty: a quiet, mutual promise to keep choosing, even when it would be easier not to.
