The Last Time I Fall in Love

I don’t know if love has rules, if there are things we are supposed to feel, or if it’s just different for everyone. But I know what it feels like for me. It feels like safety, like home, like something I never want to be without. It feels like you.

I remember the first time I heard your voice. It wasn’t just sound; it was something that reached into me, something that settled into the spaces I didn’t even know were waiting. I hadn’t seen your face yet, but I swear I already knew you. Like a song I had somehow memorized before I ever heard the melody, like something that belonged to me before I even realized I was missing it.

And then I saw you. That moment is etched into me. The way time slowed down, the way the world faded just enough for me to know, in the deepest parts of myself, that I was standing in front of something life-changing. The way my breath caught, the way my heart whispered, Oh. It’s you. As if every moment before had been leading me to you, as if the universe had been keeping you hidden just long enough to make sure I would be ready.

Loving you hasn’t been something I had to figure out. It wasn’t a puzzle, or a lesson, or something I had to learn. It just was. It has always been. Like breathing. Like the tide always knowing how to reach the shore. It wasn’t a question of if—only of when.

And now that I have you, I don’t want another love story. I don’t want to start over. I don’t want to relearn the little things that make someone’s heart beat faster. I don’t want to navigate through the unknown, hoping to find something that feels half as right as this. I don’t want anyone else’s laughter, anyone else’s hands, anyone else’s way of looking at me.

I only want you.

I want to wake up to you every day, to trace the lines of your face as the sun rises, to memorize the way your eyelashes flutter when you dream. I want to fight for us when things get hard, to hold on when the world tries to pull us apart, to choose you in all the ways that matter. I want to be there when you’re tired, when the weight of life is heavy, when you need someone to remind you that you don’t have to carry it alone. I want to be your soft place, the arms you fall into when you need rest, the voice that steadies you when everything else is loud.

And when you’re happy—oh, when you’re happy—I want to be the one who gets to witness it. I want to be the reason behind that rare, breathtaking smile that makes my whole world brighter. I want to be the one who hears your laugh in the quiet moments, the one who knows exactly how to make your eyes light up. I want to be the person you turn to, the person you confide in, the person who knows the truest version of you—the version the world doesn’t always get to see.

I don’t want a love that fades, that gets lost in routine, that becomes something we stop fighting for. I want the kind of love that deepens, that grows roots, that stands the test of time. I want a love that we choose every day, in every moment, no matter what life brings.

I know that forever is not just something that happens. It’s something we build. It’s in the choices we make, in the way we hold on when things get messy, in the way we show up for each other even when it’s hard. It’s in the way we love—not just in the easy moments, but in the ones that require patience, forgiveness, understanding. And I want to build that with you. I want to stand beside you, hand in hand, heart to heart, knowing that no matter what comes next, we will face it together.

Because if love was always meant to lead me somewhere, then I know—without a doubt—it was meant to lead me to you.

And I want you to be the last time I fall in love.

Neta.