There are chapters in life that remain etched in our hearts forever. My story with you, dear, is one of those. In 2010, amidst a life seemingly stuck in a loop of mediocrity, despite leading a team of four developers, I found myself lost in a labyrinth of life. Then, like a star shooting across a dark sky, you appeared.

Our love story wasn’t crafted from fairy tales. It was real, raw, and rugged. You didn’t fall for my jokes nor did I sweep you off your feet. We were two souls, each nursing our own set of battles, finding solace in each other’s imperfections. Your beauty wasn’t just skin deep; it was the kind that radiated from a heart that had known struggle.

June 2011 marked the beginning of ‘us’. It wasn’t love at first sight; it was a slow burn, a flickering flame that grew steadier with time. We were reflections of each other – you, in all your internal beauty, and I, finding my worth in your eyes.

The real test came in 2015. My health plummeted, and with it, my spirit. I was a shadow of myself, urging you to cut the ties and free yourself. But you, with a heart of a warrior, stood by me. You saw beyond my brokenness, reminding me that in our story, we fight together.

Your love has been my armor and your belief, my strength. At times, I feel unworthy of it. Your only flaw? You care for me more than you do for yourself. A flaw that makes my heart swell with love.

As I pen down these thoughts, I realize how life with you is an adventure I never want to end. I dream of a thousand years with you, even though reality reminds me otherwise. But in whatever time we have, I want you by my side – as my partner, my confidante, my rock.

To my wife, the love of my life, you are the story I will never tire of telling. Thank you for being the light on my darkest days and the joy in my happiest moments.