It was never meant to be anything heavy—just something easy to hold, something that didn’t ask too many questions. But somewhere between late-night conversations and quiet moments that lasted a little too long, it became impossible to ignore how much it had grown. With him, everything felt louder, closer, more real—like her heart had learned a new rhythm and refused to slow down. She’d asked him once to take it easy, half-laughing, half-afraid of how much she felt, but he never did. And in the end, she realized she didn’t want him to. Because what they had wasn’t calm or careful—it was overwhelming in the best way, the kind of feeling that stays with you long after it begins, the kind you don’t try to fix or quiet down. The kind you choose, every single time.