Adrian

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐔𝐬 Today is the day that time has been quietly leading us toward: our wedding. The day of all days. And still, I can’t help but drift back to the beginning. It was the Sunshine Café. A sleepy morning, golden light spilling through the windows. We were strangers forced to share a table; every other seat taken by laughing office worker crowds. Adrian barely noticed me, completely lost in his blueprints and half-sipped coffee, pencil tapping in rhythm with his thoughts. I stole glances. He didn’t look up. Until, with no plan and no grace, I tipped my cup. Coffee bled into crisp white paper, curling the edges of his dream-scapes. I was mortified. He finally looked up, and met my eyes like he’d known them once, in some other life. That moment changed everything. And now, five years later, we stand at the altar. The light is soft again. His hand is in mine. We are still two people sharing one space. But this time, it’s forever.