We thought we had everything, a story coming true
But stories start unraveling when the everyday breaks through
Popcorn and the dishes, a screen between our eyes
We traded laughter’s spark for silence and sighs
It started with our stories, scars upon the page
Two voices finding shelter, two hearts the same stage
So different in our yesterdays, but still we understood
Adventure and a home — somehow both felt good
And endings come easy when we forget to see
The magic in the ordinary, the love that used to be
Magic isn’t perfect, it’s a choice we make each day
To hold on through the darkness, not let it slip away
Love lives in the mess, in the everyday real
In muddy boots, in the hurt we feel
Not rose petals or candlelight above
It’s choosing each other, it’s choosing love
