They met in a college hallway—she was chaos, he was calm. She screamed, he smiled. She argued, he listened. And somehow, in the middle of all that noise, love bloomed quietly. But love wasn’t the hard part. Waiting was. 9 years. 9 years of silence, distance, fights, missed birthdays, unanswered calls... And yet—every prayer she whispered had his name in it. Every decision he made, had her in mind. This is a story of growing up, holding on, letting go—and choosing the same person over and over again.