Actually Asten

I used to wonder if there was a “right” age to get married.

Was I meant to tick it off by 25? Was there a deadline I’d missed? Should I have followed the timelines everyone else seemed to be on — the school, job, marriage, kids script?

But life isn’t a checklist. It’s messy, chaotic, beautiful, and sometimes incredibly painful. And somehow, after all the twists and turns, I ended up right where I was meant to be:
With Myron.

We’ve been through so much — together and apart. We met when we were practically kids, broke apart when life pulled us in different directions, and found our way back to each other when the time was right.

And that’s the thing.
It’s not about the age. It’s about the moment.

This isn’t impulsive. This isn’t settling. This is choosing each other again, after everything.
It just feels right.

He’s my calm in the chaos. My safe place. My person.
And we’re not on anyone else’s timeline. Just ours.

So no, it doesn’t matter when you get married.
What matters is that you’re doing it with your whole heart — with someone who truly sees you.

And I get to do that.
With him.
Finally.