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Love, Paris, and the Spark of Forever

They say life comes at you fast. For me, it arrived like a thunderclap wrapped in velvet—loud, beautiful, and impossible to ignore. It all started in London. Not with fireworks, but with a look, a silent agreement between two souls who somehow already knew. When I met Joy, everything suddenly made sense. Our connection was instant, electric. Not the kind that burns out quickly, but the kind that hums quietly, confidently, waiting for its moment.

Then, here comes the next part, on a quiet street in Paris, the kind that smells like rain and fresh espresso. The city pulsed around us, light dancing on the Seine, street musicians playing notes that somehow knew our story before it was even written. This trip was meant to be a getaway. A pause. But the truth? It was the beginning.

On a beautiful evening, beneath the Eiffel Tower, I dropped to one knee—not out of pressure, not out of tradition, but out of absolute certainty. I didn’t need to plan a speech. My eyes said it all. I proposed beneath the glittering tower, with a ring that caught the light—but couldn’t outshine her. She didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” she said, like she’d been waiting to say it all her life. In that moment, Paris stood still. Not because of the lights or the history or the magic, but because two people decided that their story was just beginning.

The city greeted us like a dream. Cobblestones beneath our feet, art in the air, and a secret we carried together—a future already beginning to form, not just between us, but within Joy herself.

I have worn many titles. Heir. Rebel. Visionary. But now, with Joy at my side and a new life on the way, I've taken on the most powerful title yet: Future.

To love that finds you when you least expect it,
To the kind of Joy that brought into your life,
And to the future—unwritten, but already beautiful.