When we first met, we were both on edge. We didn’t know if our relationship would succeed. We had a long list of dissimilarities. Almost everyone doubted us and didn’t wish us good luck; rather, they wished the opposite. “Hang in there,” he kept comforting me. “We will prove to them that we can nurture each other. We shouldn’t care less about what people say.” We’d been snowed under for several years. We went through a hundred struggles, a thousand trials, and constant obstacles. How did we make it? Those moments were literally mind-blowing. Didn’t we feel weary? Of course, it was impossible! We fought, argued, debated, threatened, and caused trouble not only for ourselves but also for our families. Until we came to a point where we declared this line: “I’m off! I need to breathe fresh air!” We parted. Then, after a few days of contemplating, we thought about this: “Is it worth all the risks we take? Who will help if we’re in hot water?” His problems are mine too, and vice versa. Fast forward to the present; everything has turned black and white. We can now easily distinguish the difference between fleeting and infinite. We've overcome the first half. We're still striving for the other half and yearning for many more years of togetherness. (Sharing our love story while learning vocabulary ☺️) (Hitting two birds with one stone 🦜🐦⬛🏹)