꒰🍒꒱ Hot Cherry Bombs ꒰🍒꒱

I’ll never get tired of looking at this ring because every time I do, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to have him 🤍 Thank you for loving me so gently, so genuinely, and for making me feel safe and happy in ways I never expected.

I used to think love was about finding someone who could break down my walls.

Then I met you.

And you never tried.

You never demanded access to the parts of me I kept hidden. You never got angry when I hesitated. You never treated my fears like obstacles that needed to be removed. Instead, you stood outside every locked door in my heart with the patience of someone who understood that trust isn't given because it's asked for—it's given because it's earned.

You saw my doubts and stayed.

You saw the scars left by people who promised forever and disappeared anyway, and you didn't tell me to "just move on." You simply showed up again the next day, and the day after that.

I told you I didn't trust anyone.

Not because I wanted sympathy. Not because I wanted convincing.

It was simply the truth.

And your answer wasn't a speech about how different you were. It wasn't a promise you couldn't guarantee.

You just said, "Then let me be the one who earns it."

I don't think you realize what those words did to me.

Because for the first time, someone understood that trust isn't a gift. It's a garden. It grows slowly. It needs time, consistency, and gentle hands. And somehow, without me noticing, you've been tending to it all along.

You earned my trust every time your actions matched your words.

Every time you stayed when leaving would've been easier.

Every time you chose patience over pressure.

Every time you loved me in a way that felt safe instead of loud.

If I could give you one thing in return, it would be this:

Thank you for never treating my guarded heart like a challenge to conquer. Thank you for treating it like something precious worth protecting.

And if one day you wonder whether all your patience was worth it, whether all those quiet moments mattered, know this:

The walls I spent years building are beginning to feel like home when you're standing on the other side of them.

Not because you broke them down.

But because you taught me I no longer needed them.

And maybe that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. ❤️

Have you ever met someone and felt this strange kind of familiarity? Like your soul relaxed before your mind even understood why.

That’s how I imagine love sometimes.

Not loud. Not rushed. Not something forced into existence.

Just two people finding each other again in a universe that has probably pulled them apart a thousand times before.

I think some connections are older than this lifetime. Older than names, places, and timing. The kind where someone looks at you and suddenly your loneliness doesn’t feel as heavy anymore.

Like your heart whispers, “there you are… i’ve been looking for you.”

Maybe that’s why some people feel like home so quickly. Maybe love isn’t always about first meetings. Maybe it’s about remembering.