It’s the way they looked at each other, not as perfect people but as imperfect souls choosing each other every single day despite the chaos. It’s how they fought but never truly broke apart. Because in their world, love wasn’t about avoiding cracks, it was about learning how to grow around them. There’s something beautiful about two people trying, again and again, to make life work, to make love last. Maybe that’s what I crave too, not the fantasy but the reality that feels warm and familiar. A