Samuel sat alone in his apartment, the soft glow of a lamp illuminating the room. His laptop lay open on the coffee table, a blank document staring back at him. The cursor blinked expectantly, as if waiting for the perfect words to spill onto the page. But Samuel was stuck. How could he possibly put into words everything he felt for Tatiana?
He leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his hair. Writing vows was supposed to be a simple task. After all, he loved Tatiana with every fiber of his being. But as an engineer, Samuel was used to dealing with facts, logic, and calculations—not emotions. Expressing his feelings in a way that truly captured the depth of his love felt like an insurmountable challenge.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, surprised. It was late, and he wasn't expecting anyone. When he opened the door, he found Clara and Maya standing there, their faces lit with playful grins.
"Surprise!" Clara announced, holding up a bottle of wine. "We figured you might need some help with those vows."
Maya smiled warmly. "We know how much you care about Tatiana, and we thought you could use some moral support."
Samuel chuckled, stepping aside to let them in. "You two always know when I'm in over my head."
As they settled onto the couch, Clara poured them each a glass of wine. "So, where are you at with the vows? Any ideas yet?"
Samuel sighed, taking a sip of his drink. "I've got a lot of ideas, but nothing that feels right. I want the vows to be meaningful, but every time I try to put it into words, it just sounds... flat."
Maya nodded understandingly. "It's tough to put your feelings on paper. But the fact that you're struggling shows how much you care. You don't have to write something poetic or perfect, Samuel. Just speak from the heart."
Clara leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why don't you start by thinking about what you love most about Tatiana? What makes her special to you?"
Samuel paused, letting the question sink in. What did he love most about Tatiana? Her energy, her passion, her kindness—all of those things made her the incredible person she was. But more than that, it was the way she made him feel. Like he was the most important person in the world, even when he doubted himself.
"She makes me feel like I can do anything," Samuel said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "She believes in me, even when I don't believe in myself. And she's always there, pushing me to be better, but also accepting me for who I am."
Maya smiled gently. "That's beautiful, Samuel. That's exactly what your vows should be about. Tell her how she makes you feel, and how much you appreciate her being by your side."
Samuel nodded, feeling a sense of clarity wash over him. He grabbed his laptop and began to type, the words flowing more easily now. He wrote about the first time he saw Tatiana, how her presence had drawn him in like a magnet. He described the way her laughter brightened his days, and how her unwavering support had carried him through tough times.
He wrote about the little moments—the way she danced around the kitchen while cooking, the way she always knew how to make him smile when he was stressed. He wrote about how she had changed his world, making it a more vibrant and exciting place.
As the words filled the page, Samuel realized that his vows didn't need to be perfect. They just needed to be true.
Clara and Maya watched quietly as Samuel typed, their expressions soft with approval. When he finally finished, Samuel leaned back with a satisfied sigh.
"That felt good," he admitted, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I think I finally captured what I wanted to say."
Clara raised her glass in a toast. "Here's to you, Samuel. And to the love that you and Tatiana share. She's going to love your vows, I just know it."
Maya clinked her glass against Samuel's. "You've got this, Samuel. And when you stand up there on your wedding day and say those words, Tatiana will know just how much she means to you."
As they sat together, toasting to love and friendship, Samuel felt a sense of peace. He knew that no matter what the future held, his vows would be a promise—a promise to cherish Tatiana, to support her, and to love her with all his heart.
And when the big day came, he would stand before her, confident in the knowledge that his words, however simple, would be enough. Because they came from the heart.