Almost Five

Five years. Almost.

I keep thinking about that version of us, the one that didn’t know what was coming. The one where we believed the love would just… continue.

Maybe that’s what makes today feel so strange. Because in so many ways, Vasundhara still exist. Just not in a way the world can see.

Ntkicw, we’ve been through more than most people do in a lifetime together. We broke, drifted apart, tried to replace, and tried to return.

And somewhere in between all of that, we never really stopped finding our way back to each other. Not fully. Not cleanly. But enough.

I know things aren’t simple anymore. Maybe they never will be again. There are versions of you I don’t fully understand now, some versions I wish I never had to see. But I understand one thing, when I sit across from you, it still feels like home.

I don’t know what we are now. And maybe that’s the hardest part, loving you without a place to stand. But if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s this: what we had, and what we still have, is real. It always has been.

I really hope this chapter never ends. If it ends, I hope the next chapter is where we're Mr and Mrs.

If this is all we ever are from here on, a quiet, unnamed chapter hidden between louder lives, I’ll still be grateful it was you. I’ll always be grateful it was you.

Happy almost-five.