All the ways we loved

Gloria looked up at Adonis, her heart steady in a way it hadn't been in a long time. There was no grand speech, no dramatic gesture ; just the way he held her hand like he never planned to let go again.

"I guess we finally got it right," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.

Adonis brushed a damp curl from her face, his touch lingering. "We were always going to," he said. "We just had to find our way back."

And in that moment, with the world quiet around them, she knew. Love wasn't about perfection. It was about choosing each other, again and again, no matter how many times they fell.

The world didn't stop when they got back together.

But her world?

It felt right again.

Not because they had it all figured out. Not because every moment was picture-perfect.

But because love was just choosing each other. Every single day.

And they did.