How We Met !

I met him on an ordinary afternoon, the kind you don't expect to remember forever. He smiled like he wasn't trying to impress anyone, and somehow that mattered. Our first conversation was clumsy and honest, full of pauses and small laughs. Over time, those small moments became my favorite part of the day. When we stood together at the altar, I realized I wasn't marrying a perfect person—I was marrying the one who felt like home.

The first time I saw her, I knew the day would stay with me, even if I didn't know why yet. She listened like my words mattered, and that made me want to be better. We grew together through simple days, learning patience and trust. On our wedding day, as I took her hand, I understood that love isn't about a single moment—it's about choosing the same person, every day, from that first meeting onward