You know of a love that transcends beyond time. Love that remains when the world turns cold, that fights for you, and with you. It is the love that whispers in the quiet of the night, “I am here”. No distance, no time, through sickness, and health.

This love doesn’t ask for your perfection—it thrives in your flaws, it grows in the spaces between the highs and lows, making every moment sacred. It’s the look that says everything without a word, the touch that makes your skin burn with longing, the connection that makes your soul feel like you’ve finally found home.

Its an un breakable promise. A vow.