At first, I thought it was only about travel.
About long roads feeling shorter when conversations stretch.
About hours dissolving into stories, laughter, and quiet moments.
About forgetting the clock because you are too busy being present.
You stop counting the miles.
You stop watching the time.
You just move forward.
And before you know it, you have arrived.
It makes sense, doesn’t it?
Think about it.
How weekends disappear when you are with people you love.
How conversations suddenly last until midnight.
How “just one more story” turns into hours.
How old photos feel like they were taken yesterday.
How songs can pull you back to another version of yourself.
How places hold memories you did not know you were keeping.
Time moves differently around the things that matter.
Days blur.
Months blend.
Seasons change quietly.
You look back and wonder,
“Was it really that long ago?”
And maybe that is why
I did not notice how fast this past year went.
It was lunch dates and long talks.
Plans and compromises.
Small surprises.
Quiet celebrations.
Moments I made sure to remember,
even while living them.
Because I am a romantic like that.
I noticed the milestones.
I felt the weight of the promises.
I treasured the days.
And still,
somehow,
time slipped by gently.
Time really does fly.
Especially
when you are walking with your partner in life.
That's one year down for us..