I never knew what love was until Lucas. He gave me everything the books I read say love is. Nightskies, rainbows, dancing in the rain, butterflies, flowers, chocolates on my periods, stars, moons, everything. He was everything.
Everything with him was so effortless, like second nature. Like fate. Like we were meant to be.
I realized he was special when he ordered my favorite chocolates from India for me.
I realized I loved him when he first stayed home during Christmas for me, to spend time with me.
I realized we had a future together when I first met his parents.
I realized I fell in love with him when I decided to introduce him to my parents.
I realized life with him would never be boring when we first had sex.
I realized I wanted to marry him when we were told that I might never be able to have kids and he told me adoption was always an option. As if me not being able to get pregnant immediately meant that there weren't any chances of him having his own children. As if our lives were forever intertwined. And I realized that it was.
He never once looked at as two entities. We were always two halves. There's no Ira without Lucas .
That's what he said when he proposed to me on my best friend's wedding day.
That there's no Lucas without Ira.
That's what I told him when I said yes.
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚
RomanceIra is a woman of great ambition both in academics and in her personal life. She was never ready to settle for anything less than what she deserved. She wanted to fly. To fall, get up and fly again. And she wanted to do all this while holding hands...
