Three years, four months and 2 weeks of choosing each other through chaos, distance, and change. Different countries, different time zones, same constant. You’ve fed me from across borders, spoiled me with gifts, taken care of me in ways that shouldn’t be possible from far away. I miss your cooking more than I admit. I miss falling asleep next to you, movie nights, lazy cuddles, the quiet comfort of just being there. We’ve crossed continents and survived long distance. This is just another chapter. You’re home to me, no matter where we are.