I think I’m at the right age to be with him.

I think I’m finally at the right age to understand what love really means. Not the rushed kind, not the confusing kind—but something calm, steady, and real. Being with him doesn’t feel like a game or a lesson anymore, it feels like peace. Like I’m not trying too hard, and neither is he. Maybe this is what right timing looks like… and I’m just lucky I found it with him.