It began with White Claws,
                    Beers,
     multiplying like rabbits,

     sports debates settled quietly,
     music playlists curated carefully,

     movies we want to ignore together.

Then came the kisses—
     enough flavors to start an ice cream shop,
     passion that burned the air from the room,
     bedroom moments that turned us inside-out.

     Even the silence between breaths became something… unforgettable.

There were conversations—
     the kind that challenged,
              that shaped,
              that turned mirrors inward,

     reflecting growth I didn't know I needed…

     and now can't live without.

And now: here we are,
     my final Sunday,
     wrapped neatly in nostalgia,
     each memory carefully folded,
     packed tighter than my suitcase—

     pockets full…
      of laughter,
          passion,
          trouble,
          knowing,
           *life*.

     And I can't help but notice, the best chapters are still unwritten.

The pages ahead—
     blank,
     ready,
     waiting patiently…

     and I can't wait to fill them with you.

I could've tried,
     but I couldn't have imagined a better story—

And you're every word
I never knew I needed.