We’ll always have Berlin… its cobblestone streets holding the sound of our laughter and the echoes of every word we were brave enough to say. the way we looked at each other walking through Tierpark; nature’s confetti falling, sunlight stitching halos through the trees— the air itself feeling like hope and remembering all at once. We’ll always have Berlin… our rhythms syncing in the hum of morning, giggles between bed sheets, the scent of shampoo, the soft thud of wet footprints, and the kind of quiet that only exists when two hearts trust the in-between. the lessons in love that showed us resolution can taste like salt-stained, tear-blurred laughter, and peace can come dressed as “I’m sorry,” whispered into a kiss. We’ll always have Berlin… its vow to remind us that this is real— not some rose-colored dream we’re destined to wake from, but a life we’re brave enough to build, even when it trembles in our hands. We’ll always have Berlin… and everything it awakened in us.