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For Khadija — the girl who became my favorite person, my wife, my home, and the story I would still choose every single time.
A simple message. A normal day. Neither of us knew that something so small would become the beginning of everything.
Before I held your hand, before I saw you in front of me, there were screens, late nights, random talks, and a heart that was already getting attached.
Five days later, my heart had already said what my words were still learning how to carry.
The day messages became real, and the person on the other side of the screen was finally in front of me.
Some evenings stay with you forever. The sea, the sky, your smile, and the feeling that I wanted more days like this with you.
The memories between milestones — the shy smiles, the flowers, the sketches, the random photos, and all the small pieces of us.
The day our families saw what our hearts had already chosen.
The day Allah wrote your name next to mine.
Red, gold, duas, flowers, nervous smiles — and a promise that changed my life.
From the first text to this moment, time has been quietly writing our story.
Not just words on a website — reminders of the kind of love I want to practice with you.
To make you feel chosen without you having to ask for it first.
To listen before defending, and hold your heart with more care.
To keep wooing my wife, not only loving her silently.
We have laughed, fought, cried, missed each other, annoyed each other, and loved each other. We are not perfect, but what I feel for you is real.
If I could go back to 10 May 2025 and send that first message again, knowing everything that would come after, I would still choose you.
Every single time.
— Qutub ❤️
More softness. More effort. More romance. More understanding. More us.