We reached for the last copy of the same poetry book. Theo let Maya have it, then asked if they could share it over coffee. Neither of us has finished it since.

First date: six pastéis de nata, one rattling yellow tram and a sunset neither of us wanted to end.

Somewhere between the boarding call and the last hug, we both said it first. We still argue about who.

5,420 km, five time zones and one shared playlist. Good-morning texts became good-night ones on the other side.

Christmas Eve, two families, too much food and a very serious game of charades. Everyone agreed: this one’s a keeper.

Our first big trip. One umbrella, a thousand torii gates and the quietest, happiest week of our lives.

We went to ‘just look’ at puppies. We came home with Biscuit, a chew toy and zero regrets.

Back where our first trip began, on Valentine’s Day, at sunrise. We both brought a ring. Of course we did.

Venue booked, date set: June 20, 2027. Now accepting dance-floor song requests.