We love each other. That part was never the question.

But I can feel it — this won't last. Not even a year, maybe.
And it won't be me who ends it. Probably won't even be her.

There's a small chance I'm wrong.
And God, I hope I am.

I wake up wishing for the version where none of this was ever a question —
where we just stay. Together. For as long as life allows.

But if that day comes anyway, I won't fall apart out loud.
I'll just love her the way I always have — quietly, and without bitterness.

Life is hard. People change.
Some things are real even when they don't survive.

I hope she'll remember that too.