24/7, 365 by Elijah Woods
Y/N's POV:
The calendar on my nightstand, a relic of a bygone era, was plastered with faded photos and scribbled notes, each one a tangible reminder of the past year.
But amongst the memories of birthdays, concerts, and shared dreams, one image stood out – a snapshot of Hanni, her smile radiating pure sunshine, as she held a steaming cup of coffee, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the morning sun.
It hadn't taken much time to fall for her. It took five seconds to fall in love, and two more to make her mine.
The memory of our first encounter, a chaotic blur of spilled coffee and nervous laughter, was still vivid in my mind.
The way her hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me, was a sensation I'd never experienced before.
We were two planets, colliding in an improbable dance, a cosmic alignment that had been destined since the beginning of time.
Those first few months were a whirlwind of stolen glances, whispered secrets, and shared dreams. Every moment spent with Hanni felt like a stolen treasure, a precious gift to be savored and cherished.
The world seemed to melt away when her lips met mine, the silence punctuated by the rhythm of our hearts beating in unison.
Our first date, a simple walk under the starlit sky, still lingered in my mind, a bittersweet echo of a perfect evening. Each shared laugh, a melody to my soul. Each stolen kiss, a promise of forever.
It was during that walk that I realised how deeply she'd already woven herself into the fabric of my life, how she'd become an integral part of my existence.
"I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams," Hanni had confessed, her voice a soft murmur in the gentle breeze.
"I love the way you make me feel like I can conquer the world," I had replied, my hand reaching out to gently brush away a stray strand of hair from her face.
There were days that were perfectly ordinary, days that flowed into weeks, weeks that morphed into months. Days that were filled with routine, with work, with the mundane tasks that life invariably throws your way.
But then there were those extraordinary moments – a shared cup of coffee at four in the morning, the sun setting on a quiet beach, seven minutes of uninterrupted laughter, stolen glances across a crowded room, every second a testament to the power of our love.
As the months turned into years, the certainty of my feelings grew stronger. I found myself gazing at her, a silent promise forming in my heart.
"Hanni," I started, my voice a bit shaky, "I don't want to just spend the rest of my life with you. I want to spend my life with you. I want to grow old with you, share our laughter, face our fears, and savor every single moment, no matter how ordinary it might seem."
Her eyes, a luminous blue that mirrored the vastness of the ocean, met mine. A silent communication passed between us, an unspoken understanding that transcended words.
"I want to build a life with you, Hanni," I continued. "I want to give you my name, a token of my devotion. It's the key to my heart, and I want you to have it."
The world seemed to hold its breath as her lips curved into a radiant smile.
"I think I've already found the key to yours," she whispered, her voice as soft as a summer breeze.
The years that followed were a tapestry woven with the threads of joy, sorrow, triumphs, and failures. We were an inseparable duo, navigating the ups and downs of life, our love serving as a compass guiding us through every storm.
We faced challenges with unwavering resolve, our bond growing stronger with every obstacle overcome.
"Every page I read, it still got me hooked," she would say, her eyes sparkling with a love that reflected the intensity of my own. "Every chapter with you is a new adventure, a new story to be told."
My world existed in the space between her eyes, my heart a sanctuary where her laughter echoed eternally.
The thought of a lifetime without her filled me with a profound sense of loss. A life without her warmth, her laughter, her presence, was simply unimaginable.
I couldn't envision a single moment of my future that wasn't intertwined with hers, her essence a thread woven into the very fabric of my existence.
The realization struck me with the force of a tidal wave, washing over me in an overwhelming deluge of emotion.
"Hanni," I whispered, her name a prayer on my lips, "I want to devote my life to your happiness. It's not just a desire, it's a need, a fundamental truth that resonates within my soul. Your happiness is my happiness, your joy my solace, your pain my burden."
She looked at me, a silent question flickering in her eyes. The weight of her gaze was palpable, a silent plea for reassurance.
"I want to be the one you come running to when the world feels too much," I confessed, my voice choked with emotion. "I want to be your rock, your safe haven, your constant in a world of change. I want to be the one who makes you smile when you've forgotten how."
Her eyes, a reflection of the deepest, purest love, filled with tears. She reached out, her hand finding mine, her touch a reassuring anchor in the storm that raged within my soul.
"I want to share everything with you," I continued, my voice gaining a newfound strength. "From the last bite of a delicious meal to the unspoken fears that lie heavy on your heart. I want to be there for you, in every moment, in every victory, in every defeat."
The years rolled by like a river, carrying with them the weight of our shared experiences. We built a life together, brick by brick, our love serving as the mortar that bound us, a testament to the enduring strength of our connection.
"You know, I wouldn't trade our life for anything," she confessed one evening, her head resting on my shoulder as we watched the sunset paint the sky with vibrant hues.
"Me neither," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I've found my home with you, Hanni. A place where I am loved, accepted, and cherished."
There were moments of doubt, of course, moments when the relentless waves of life threatened to overwhelm us.
Moments when we questioned our decisions, our commitment, our future. But through it all, our love remained a constant, a beacon guiding us back to the shores of our shared existence.
"When it's cold at night, know I'll keep you warm," I whispered, my arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. "When the world feels too much, know I'll be your strength. You'll always have me, Hanni, no matter what."
Her head nestled against my chest, she responded with a silent nod, her presence a soothing balm on my soul.
The world outside blurred, the sounds of life fading into an indistinguishable hum. In that moment, only our love existed, a tangible force that transcended all boundaries, all obstacles, all doubts.
As the years continued to unfold, our story continued to be written, each chapter a testament to the enduring power of our love. We were two souls intertwined, our hearts beating in rhythm, our lives forever interwoven.
"I love you 24/7, 365," I whispered, my voice a low rumble against her skin, each word a promise, a declaration of eternal devotion. "I love you with every beat of my heart, with every breath I take, with every fiber of my being."
Her answer was a soft sigh, a gentle caress, a look that conveyed the depths of her love, a love that mirrored my own.
I love you 24/7, 365, every minute, every hour, every day, every year. My love for you is a constant, a beacon of hope, a promise of forever. I love you, Hanni.
And I will always love you.
