The moment I stepped onto the stage, Richard pulled me closer, his strong hand resting gently at the small of my waist. “I thought,” he began, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable, “that life moves too fast. We’re always surrounded by noise… people… problems after problems with no endings.” His voice broke slightly. He took a deep breath before continuing. “I just wanted one moment where it’s only you and me. No interruptions. No chaos. Just us again… you and me against the world.”
He chuckled softly, and I knew exactly why. That had always been our phrase back when we first started dating—our little promise against everything the world threw at us.
The theater lights dimmed slowly, as if the building itself was leaning in to listen to our story. Then, unexpectedly, soft music began t
