Time has a way
of taking things quietly.
Moments fade.
People change.
Feelings… sometimes disappear
without warning.
And I've seen it happen.
I've seen love
turn into memory.
I've seen promises
lose their meaning
when life gets busy.
But when it comes to you—
I don't want that.
I don't want us
to become something
we "used to be."
I don't want to look back
and say,
"We had something beautiful…
once."
No.
I want something
that survives time.
Something that grows
even when life gets hard.
Something that doesn't fade
just because it's not new anymore.
Because you're not
a phase to me.
You're not
a moment I'll forget.
You're something
I want to hold on to—
not tightly…
but truly.
With effort.
With care.
With intention.
So if time ever tries
to pull us apart—
I'll fight for us.
Not loudly.
But consistently.
In the small ways
that matter the most.
Because love doesn't survive
on feelings alone—
it survives
on choice.
And I choose you.
Even against time.