Winter greeted us first. January twenty-fifth. A day like any other— cold skies, quiet streets, the sort of day that slips unnoticed into yesterday. Until your request appeared, and somehow an ordinary afternoon became the beginning of everything. I remember wondering how someone with such bright eyes, an infectious laugh, and seeing monkeys frame her radiant smile could ever be interested in me. Then, almost before I understood what was happening, you joked that if you ever came to Spain, "I'd have to teach you how to cook". I don't think you'll ever know how quickly you made me blush. Spring arrived before the seasons ever changed. Late-night conversations became our sunsets, goodnight messages became our stars, and every notification carried the hope that it might be you. I'd count the hours through school, through training and dance lessons, through ordinary days and naps, just to hear your voice again. I'd never known excitement could feel so much like home. Then came summer. Love grew deeper, but so did the storms. We both carried battles the other couldn't always see. We wanted to heal each other, yet sometimes we only knew how to hold on tighter, accidentally pushing each other further away. Back then, I thought loving someone meant never letting go. Now I know sometimes love also means learning, growing, and finding a gentler way back. When we drifted apart, I tried convincing myself that we'd simply been a first love, a beautiful story that wasn't meant to last. It was easier to believe that than admit how much I missed you. Until I heard your voice again. In a single moment, every feeling I thought I'd buried returned like spring after the longest winter. Slowly, naturally, we found each other again. No rushing. No pretending. Just two people choosing to learn one another once more. Autumn has always been my favourite season. Not because the leaves fall, but because they remind me that change doesn't have to mean endings. Some things become more beautiful because they survive them. I'd replay your voice messages on the days the world felt heavy. You became warmth after rain, the first sunrise breaking through a storm, the quiet comfort of the moon when everything else had fallen silent. You inspire me to become someone better than I was yesterday. You remind me to keep moving forward when standing still feels easier. You make ordinary days extraordinary without ever trying. You're strong You're kind I know it's not always been easy, but I'm so proud of you Mi hogar siempre ha sido donde estás tú. The future is still uncertain. None of us can promise what tomorrow holds. But if these seasons have taught me anything, it's that love isn't measured by perfect days or cloudless skies. It's measured by choosing each other, again and again, through every season we are given. Some people spend a lifetime searching for a love that feels like home. Others never quite find it. I only know one thing for certain. Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor. You'll always be my forever fall.