One evening, as we sat on our balcony watching the sunset, Mahiru rested her head on my shoulder. The golden light made her look ethereal, and in that moment, I realized something—I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
But I knew we still had time. There was no rush.
"Mahiru," I murmured, "do you ever think about the future?"
She looked up at me, her expression soft. "Of course. I want a future with you."
I squeezed her hand. "Then… one day, when the time is right, let's get married."
Her eyes widened slightly before a radiant smile broke across her face. "One day."
And that was enough. For now. Because love wasn't about rushing—it was about growing together, step by step.