HOLD ME TIGHT, SIR SEBASTIAN (SSPG)
But now, in the quiet after the storm, I see it’s a thousand small things: the scent of fresh coffee in the morning, Sebastian humming as he shaves, the sound of rain against our window on a lazy Sunday, the distant laughter of our friends drifting up from the street below.
Our first apartment as Mr. and Mrs. Salvador isn’t the biggest or the flashiest in the city, but it’s ours. It’s filled with mismatched mugs, thrifted bookshelves, and all the little pieces of our journey—photos from Amanpulo, dried flowers from my graduation bouquet, a chipped mug from our first (disastrous) attempt at baking together. The walls are covered in reminders that perfection is overrated; love, not luxury, mak
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