One… two… three… four… five.
Five years of “us” in a world that says, “love isn\u2019t real.”
But here we are
Still standing, still smiling,
Still choosing each other every single day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They said love would hurt,
That it would break us,
That we\u2019d be just another story
Of two people who couldn\u2019t make it.
But look at us
We\u2019ve proved them wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It hasn\u2019t always been easy.
We\u2019ve had our fights,
Our silent nights,
Our moments of wondering if we\u2019d survive.
But love isn\u2019t about perfection
It\u2019s about staying when things get messy,
Holding on when the world says let go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Five years
And I still get butterflies when I see you smile.
Five years
And I still can\u2019t believe how lucky I am.
You\u2019re more than my partner.
You\u2019re my peace,
My home,
My forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want to grow old with you,
Watch the wrinkles form on our faces
As our laughter lines tell stories of years well lived.
I want to tell our grandchildren,
“True love is real
And we\u2019re the proof.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, here\u2019s to five
To every challenge we\u2019ve faced,
To every moment we\u2019ve shared,
And to the many years ahead.
Let\u2019s keep choosing each other,
Day after day,
Because love like this?
It\u2019s worth it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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