You become painfully aware that time is no longer endless.
But maybe that is exactly why every small moment becomes sacred.
One rainy evening, while we sat listening to the storm outside, Manuel suddenly looked at me and smiled.
—What is it? —I asked.
—I was just thinking…
He squeezed my hand gently.
—If I die first now… at least I won’t die wondering what would’ve happened if we had stayed together.
I felt tears gather in my eyes instantly.
And I answered honestly:
—Neither will I.
That night, we went to bed early.
His breathing beside me was calm.
Warm.
Real.
And before falling asleep, I understood something life had taken decades to teach me.
Love is not about perfect timing.
Sometimes people meet too early and lose each other.
Sometimes life separates them for years.
Sometimes wrinkles appear before the happy ending does.
But when love is real…
even time itself cannot completely destroy it.
