We began as two names on a glowing screen,
two strangers talking bright and keen.
A tossed hello, a laugh that stayed,
a small, silly fate we made.

I don’t know which line bent time our way,
which joke, which smile, which thing you’d say;
somewhere between “how was your day?”
my careful heart went slightly astray.

I called you Mr. Stardust, before I fully knew,
how well that single word fits on you,
that quiet gleam inside your gaze,
the hush you bring to noisy days.

When we met, at last, with months behind,
with all that talking pre-designed.
Without any choreographed cue or staged surprise,
only quiet recognition in your eyes.
With the tender, sure shock of something true;
I already felt at home in you.

We never drew a starting line,
no magnificent “this is the moment” sign;
love simply entered, still and sure,
unhurried, certain, meant to endure.
By the time we named it, it had grown,
as if it had always known.

We are steady, you and I, through most days,
calm in our circles, warm in our ways,
two happy people holding the world…
with responsible hands,
paying the bills, making the plans.
But when it’s just us, the script comes loose,
we turn into chaos on a soft excuse.

We ‘twin’ in thoughts, mid-sentence grins,
private punchlines, ridiculous spins,
two rational adults, allegedly sane,
who still dance in the kitchen without refrain.
It’s messy, unfiltered, and oddly precise,
like living in laughter seasoned with spice.

In all we’ve built, here’s what stays;
I love how we shape our days,
how we keep becoming, year by year,
both more ourselves and more sincere.

If I could go back to that first tiny light,
that simple message on an ordinary night,
I’d choose you now as I did then,
again, again, and yet again.

From my heart to yours, then, now, and more,
you are the life I was looking for.

- Neha Sharma