We first met at the office—just two people navigating work life, exchanging polite greetings and casual chats. Back then, we were nothing more than coworkers, maybe friends at best. There was no spark at the beginning, no instant fireworks. Just a calm, quiet connection growing in the background.
But time has its own plans.
As days turned into months, we found ourselves drawn closer—not by grand gestures, but by little things: shared laughter over coffee breaks, silent support during stressful days, understanding glances across the room. Friendship deepened into something more, something neither of us had planned, yet both of us welcomed.
We went through it all—the highs and the lows. We celebrated wins together, and held onto each other during tough times. Life tested us in many ways, and at one point, we were even separated by distance and different office branches. Long-distance was hard, full of longing and patience. But we never gave up. We believed in us.
Then, fate reunited us—this time not in the old office, but in a new one. Different walls, yet the same warmth. A new chapter, yet the same comfort that told us we weren’t just coworkers or friends anymore. We were partners, soulmates who had found home in each other.
So we made a choice. A promise. To keep walking this journey hand in hand, not just as teammates at work, but as husband and wife.
Because sometimes, love doesn’t come crashing in. Sometimes, it grows quietly until it becomes everything.