One evening, we sat on the porch, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of gold and violet. There was a kind of magic in the way the world changed with each passing moment, and I couldn't help but think of how we had changed, too. We had moved, grown, become something new together. The future stretched out before us, vast and unknown, but I no longer feared it. In her eyes, I saw the promise of a thousand tomorrows, and in her smile, the strength to face whatever came our way.
"I've never been this sure of anything," I said softly, my voice almost lost in the wind.
She turned to me, her eyes reflecting the colors of the sky. "We don't need to know everything," she whispered, "We only need to take the next step, together."
In that moment, I realized we didn't need to know what lay ahead. All we needed was the trust in each other, the quiet understanding that whatever came, we would face it side by side, as we always had, as we always would.