The night was warm, the UF campus glowing under soft streetlamps.
Randy and Steph walked side by side, hands brushing, silence comfortable.
Steph finally spoke.
“Sometimes I feel insecure. Like I’m not enough.”
“Steph, you’re more than enough. You’re my anchor.”
She smiled faintly, tears in her eyes.
“I choose you every day.”
Randy took her hand, pulling her close.
They stood under the streetlamp, shadows stretching across the sidewalk, hearts steady.
College life was messy, full of ups and downs, but in that moment they knew: love wasn’t about perfection.
It was about choosing each other, again and again.