People said time changed love.
I disagreed.
Time didn’t change love.
It revealed it.
The reckless obsession of my thirties had become certainty.
The desperate fear of losing Jude had become quiet trust.
The man I once loved with trembling hands…
Was now the man I still reached for every single morning without thinking.
Fifteen years.
Fifteen years of waking beside my soulmate.
And somehow…
I still wasn’t tired of looking at him.
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I watched Jude from across our bedroom as he adjusted the cuff of his cream-coloured suit.
His hair had a few silver strands now.
Mine did too.
He claimed mine made me look distinguished.
I claimed his made him impossibly beautiful.
Neither of us believed the other was ageing.
Not really.
To me…
He looked exactly like the young omega who had
