Tears blurred my vision as I embraced him. The estate that once felt lifeless now echoed with warmth. Mornings began with him making tea. Evenings were spent walking through rose-lined paths, talking about the future.
One night, I laughed softly.
“Do you remember our wedding night?”
He chuckled.
“You carried me then,” he said. “Now it’s my turn—to carry you for the rest of our lives.”
I leaned into him and whispered, “Turns out we don’t need strong legs to move forward. We just need hearts brave enough to choose each other.”
