Stella
It's been a year since I stayed. Since I chose him over running.
Honestly? The thought of not making that choice still scares me.
Because I almost walked away. I almost missed this.
We've fought. We've messed up. We've hurt each other.
But even in the chaos, even when it's hard, I've never been more certain.
This is where I'm supposed to be. With him.
I've known quiet days and empty nights. Times I felt I didn't belong anywhere.
But now I do. This is home. It's not perfect. But it's real. And it's mine.
That truth didn't hit me like lightning. It settled slowly, like something solid I could finally hold onto.
"You done?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
I nodded.
"Yeah… we should go," I said, not even trying to hide my reluctance.
I glanc
