The next morning, we began packing. The walls that had watched our laughter, our tears, and our quiet nights were bare now. But our hearts they were full. You picked up a frame with our first photo, and your fingers lingered on the glass.
"We're not leaving this behind," you said. "We're carrying it forward."
The road ahead was uncertain, but beside you, I felt fearless. We weren't saying goodbye to our story only to this chapter of it. The new place wasn't a destination. It was a canvas. And with you by my side, I knew exactly what we would paint.
As we stood by the door one last time, you took my hand and whispered, "Let's go write the rest of our forever."
And so, we did.