Love is a fortress, built to withstand time itself. It is slow, deliberate, patient, a love that does not waver with passing storms. It is found in commitment, in the strength of promises kept, in the steady presence of someone who will never leave. Love is not rushed, nor is it frivolous; it is earned, tested, proven. It is structured, refined, bound by a sense of duty and honor. It may not always speak in grand gestures, but in quiet loyalty, in actions that say, I am here, and I will always be here.