They married in two years, believing stability was enough, and that shared values and patience would carry them forward. Love, they thought, did not need constant validation. It needed trust, commitment, and room to grow quietly. Their vows felt practical and sincere, built for endurance rather than spectacle.
For a long time, it was enough. Life unfolded predictably, comfortably. They paid bills, planned holidays, and supported careers. There were challenges, but nothing that threatened the foundation they had built. Stability felt like success, a sign they were doing things right, even when excitement softened into routine, familiarity, and habit daily.