My forever and ever and ever

My forever isn’t loud.
It doesn’t scream from rooftops or flash in grand surprises.
It’s quiet… steady… like a gentle rain that soaks your soul without warning.

It’s him
the calm one in the chaos,
the one whose eyes only search for mine,
even in a crowded room.

When we walk together,
he doesn’t walk ahead or behind he walks with me.
And while crossing the road,
his fingers reach out silently, wrapping around mine firm, warm, and protective

as if saying, "I’ve got you, always."

In public, his eyes admire me without a word.
That soft, crooked smile he gives when I talk too much…
or when I make a face while choosing snacks at the cinema.
He notices everything
every flick of my hair, every sigh, every sparkle in my eyes.

And when life gets heavy,
when I’m low and moody,
he doesn’t pull away.
He stays.
He tries to make me laugh, even if he fails.
He comforts me in silence,
rubbing my back softly, handing me tissues without asking.

He doesn’t raise his voice.
Even when I irritate him,
his replies are soft,
his voice dipped in love, like "It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it."

He remembers the smallest things.
He brings flowers not on birthdays
but on random Tuesdays,
just because I looked tired the night before.

He carries my heels after a long day,
waits outside with the car when I complain about the morning bus.
He doesn’t just listen
he acts,
quietly giving me comfort, without needing to be told.

He plans movie nights not to impress me,
but to spend time,
to hold my hand in the dark theatre
and watch me instead of the film.

In a rush-hour metro,
he becomes a shield
standing in front of me so no one else even brushes against me.
But before he touches, before he hugs
he always looks for permission in my eyes.
He respects, even in love.

He listens to my morning rants about bus crowds and rude strangers
and in the evening, without a word,
he shows up…
with a car, a smile, and my favorite snack in the dashboard.

He watches me dance in the rain like a child,
laughing softly, eyes full of adoration.
And when I’m drenched and shivering
he’s there with a tissue, a towel,
and that warmth only he carries in his arms.

That…
that is my forever.
Not someone perfect
but someone present.
Not someone loud
but someone real.