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We had both lived through chapters that didn’t last, and instead of closing us, they taught us how to love with intention and patience. We didn’t rush. We simply followed the ease, the warmth, the steady feeling that this feels right. Together, we explored new places, new flavors, new ideas. We lifted each other, challenged each other, believed in each other.
And slowly, something clear and beautiful formed: we were better together. I knew there was no one else I would rather walk through life with.
One day in Kanazawa, beneath the graceful Tsuzumi-mon Gate and surrounded by dear friends, I asked her the question that would change our lives forever. With a trembling heart, I got down on one knee. And when she said yes—eyes filled with tears, smile trembling with joy—the world felt still, clear, and beautifully right.