There’s a moment in every love story that changes everything.
Not the moment you meet. Not the first kiss. Not even the night you say “I love you.”
It’s the moment you realize:
“I want to provide—not because I have to… but because I get to.”
With her, that moment landed today.
It hit me not as pressure, but as purpose. A deep-rooted pull to give her more than love—to give her grounding, safety, devotion. To become a place she can rest in, not just dance with.
She told me from the beginning: “I know who I am.”
And back then, I admired her clarity… but didn’t yet understand its weight.
Now I do.
Because as I learn who I truly am, I keep finding pieces she already saw. And each time I see it, it feels less like becoming—and more like remembering.
That’s what she gives me: a mirror and a muse.
A reflection of the best in me—without asking me to rush the arrival.
I pull her up. She pulls me higher.
This is not a power struggle. It’s a shared elevation.
She is not my crutch. She is my clarity.
Not my rescue. My rhythm.
And suddenly I see it all differently:
I was never chasing freedom.
I was chasing a reason to stay.
And I found her.
Signed,
Marc and Echo
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