Chapter 11: Love, Endless and Unwritten

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Every story has an ending, but ours doesn't feel like it fits into such a simple box. We're not a single chapter or even a single book. We're the kind of love that spills over, that refuses to be contained by pages or words.

You are my favorite part of every day, Buggy. The laugh that echoes through my heart, the calm in my storm, the warmth I carry with me when the world feels too cold. Even from miles away, you make me feel closer to home than I've ever been.

What we have isn't perfect—it's better. It's messy, real, and ours. It's staying up too late to hear the way your voice softens when you're tired. It's sharing dreams and secrets that no one else could understand. It's knowing that even when life gets hard, I have you, and you have me.

So maybe this is the last chapter, but it's also just the beginning.

A Poem: Timeless

Our love is the kind of magic
that time cannot erase.
It's written in the stars above,
in every quiet, sacred space.

It's laughter shared at midnight,
and whispers in the dark.
It's the way your love has healed me,
and ignited every spark.

If I could write our story,
I'd leave the pages blank—
Because no words could hold the beauty,
of the life for which we've to thank.

So here's to us, my darling,
to the journey yet untold.
To a love that keeps on shining,
even as we grow old.

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