Mari through the year

January 1st, 2025. The moment we stopped being a possibility and became a promise. I took you serious — because I wanted to build, not just feel.

February 1st. You got my name tatted. You said it meant hope. And you don’t understand how deep that landed — it made me feel chosen, like we weren’t just talking… we were standing on it.

That was the first time I watched myself slip. Numbers, adrenaline, ego. And you didn’t clown me. You didn’t leave me in it. You helped me quit — calmly, firmly, like you were holding my hand out of a burning room.

This year you moved like someone who’s building a life, not just living a moment. Car, college, routines, responsibility — all the quiet wins that don’t go viral but change everything.

June 16th. I had to go Thailand alone. After we fought for our lives against your family. You sent me that voice note… and your voice carried me. Like a lantern in fog — steady, warm, and impossible to ignore.

The day you became proof. Not potential. Not ‘one day’. You actually did it. And I was there — proud, grateful, and honestly emotional because I know what it cost you to reach that moment.

We survived ourselves. The fights, the misunderstandings, the ego, the fear. Year Two isn’t about bigger gifts. It’s about calmer love, cleaner communication, and choosing each other without the war.