​It wasn’t a sudden, cinematic bolt of lightning, but a slow, steady dawn. For three wonderful years, we were simply us—the kind of best friends who finished each other’s sentences, shared every silly secret, and navigated life’s rough patches side-by-side. I knew your coffee order, your worst fear, and the sound of your laugh in a crowded room. What I didn’t know, until that quiet evening when a comfortable silence felt charged with something new, was that I was already living my future with you. The shift from "best friend" to "soulmate" was the most natural thing in the world, like finally calling a beautiful home by its proper name. ​