
Our story’s not a fairytale, no once upon, no perfect timing. We stumbled, we broke, still through the smoke, our hearts kept on surviving. I didn’t see you when you walked in, just another face in the crowd. Six years in, I felt steady, you were just starting out. I only meant to make you welcome, just another friend on the floor, never knowing the quiet moments would open a different door. I was holding onto something, but the cracks began to show. You were standing right beside me, feeling more than I would know. Through the smoke, I found you there, when the world said turn away. We stumbled, we broke, but out of the smoke, we found a brighter day. They all told me, “keep your distance,” said your world was complicated. I tried to keep my heart guarded, keep my feelings separated. I felt it growing in the silence, things I never planned to feel, never thought the friend beside me was the one who felt so real. It wasn’t written in the stars, I didn’t plan for something true. When you said the truth you carried, I realized I felt it too. Six years walking hand in hand, to the vows we made in ’16. Every twist, every broken plan, led us where we’ve always been. It’s better than a fairytale, no magic spell, just hearts colliding. We stumbled, we broke, but love still spoke, and kept our flame from dying. It’s better than a fairytale— our forever still remains.