07/10/2026
Nine years ago today, I married this man.
And if you are expecting a caption about a fairytale, you will not find one here. Keep scrolling. If you want a reality, you are in the right place!
People ask me, how did you know he was the one? The honest answer is, I did not know. Not the way films promise. There was no lightning strike that settled every question forever.
What I know now, nine years in, is this. You do not find the one. You become the one for each other, slowly, on the days nobody photographs.
Marriage, for us, has been two imperfect people learning each other in real time. Learning when to speak and when to hold a hand. Learning that I'm fine sometimes means please stay! Learning that winning an argument and keeping a marriage are rarely the same thing.
We have had days we were each other's safe place. And days we were each other's hardest lesson.
Being there for someone on their imperfect days is not what do you see on Instagram. It is unglamorous. It is the tea left on the bedside table after a fight. It is the "I was wrong" that costs you your pride. It is choosing to turn towards each other when every part of you wants to turn away.
Love, I have learned, is not one grand promise. It is a thousand small ones, kept on ordinary days.
A cup of tea made without asking.
A hand reaching for mine in the dark.
A look across a crowded room that still says, "I see you."
So no, nine years did not make us perfect.
It made us real.
Happy anniversary, my handsome.
Thank you for remembering who I am, even on the days I forgot.
And thank you for letting me remember who you are, on yours.
Here's to the next chapter, unticked boxes and all. ❤️
Elif x