At exactly 8:38 evening of April 10, 2025

We're driving home to our newly owned apartment on one of the downtown streets of New York. I pulled the car to a red-bricked building, and pointed out the top floor; the penthouse. You stared at the view and smiled. I knew for that moment that I was hitting something you wished for. It was not a real fancy space for us, but I know we could manage to fit some of our ideas there. You're sitting in the passenger side of my beloved sedan. I don't exactly know what to feel at his moment. I'm happy, contented, overwhelmed and a bit nervous. Butterflies soon filled my stomach as I muttered "You're still the most beautiful thing since eighteen." You turned your head towards me. You raised an eyebrow expressing a thought of question. I smiled and my smile seemed like the answer to your mind query. "I started loving you when I was eighteen, right?" I winked.

We're now sharing the warmth of the car.

We came home a bit late. I could still taste some Bologna inside my mouth.
"We're never going back to that Italian place. The food sucks!" I said.
"It's worth the try." You replied.
"I guess." I answered back.

We tried and celebrated at this fancy restaurant near your new workplace. You finally got your dream job; an architectural designer for a huge company. You don't know how happy I am seeing that you finally got what you deserved. I got out of the car, pulled your door and escort you to our new place. The feeling was new, real brand new. We're like two kids ready to explode after receiving a box full of toys. I held your hand, as tight as I knew how and walked up the stairs.

I opened the door of the pent. I looked at you and sighed. "Finally. I'm so tired of walking, and standing, and just wearing these pair of shoes." I exclaimed.

Your eyes gleamed. You walked into our bedroom as if you came alone. The place was full of lights and glasses, just like how you want them.

"Why do you look so surprised? You designed this, silly." I interrupted your pageant walk across the room.

"Right, right...well I'm just happy. I don't know, but this is exactly what I want baby." You said in the most glad manner. Well, I'm just happy that you're happy right now. This is what I wanted a long time ago, back to our silly teenage years. It was a fulfillment. We walked to our bed, and I laid down with ease. I feel the comfort of heaven--our own piece of cotton heaven.

"Take your shoes off and change. You'll feel better." You said as you take off your garments. I remember your younger version lecturing me about how I'm too lazy to take off my clothes. I laughed a little and you shagged me off.

I pulled you to bed and hugged you tight. We both decided to rest because it had been a tiring day and the idea of sleeping just tickled our senses. I hugged you tighter. You tucked your head on my chest. Nostalgia kicked in. I remembered how you love sleeping like this.

"I love you baby." I said
"I love you too baby." You replied

"We made it."
"Finally."

I smiled and realize that the world now isn't that big. Now it's just us, and this piece of home we have.