Time didn't stop.
It didn't need to.
For the first time in our lives, we weren't racing against it anymore. We weren't constantly waiting for the next crisis, preparing for another battle, or wondering what disaster might be hiding around the corner.
We were learning to walk alongside it.
And that, I discovered, was a beautiful thing.
The years unfolded not as one grand story, but as hundreds of small, meaningful ones.
Semesters passed in a familiar rhythm of lectures, assignments, examinations, and the sweet ache of counting down the days until the next visit home. University life taught us patience, independence, and the importance of finding our own paths.
We learned that being together didn't always mean sitting in the same room.
Sometimes, it meant late-night study sessions ov
