✨ Once upon a time, there was a boy waiting quietly in an oncology ward — not for his own moment, but for mine.

🏥😊 We were just 15 when we met, two frightened teenagers pretending to be brave, hiding our fear behind jokes, shared snacks, and stolen smiles between treatments. Cancer was loud, relentless — but somehow, so was hope.

🔔 When Ethan finished chemo first, the nurses told him it was time to ring the bell. He shook his head and said softly, “I’ll wait for Lily.”
Months later, on my final day, he appeared beside me, took my trembling hand 🤝, and together we rang that bell. The hallway erupted in cheers — but all I felt was this: I wasn’t alone 🤍.

⏳ Scans came and went.
💔 Setbacks tested us.
🎂 Birthdays passed.
And still — we stayed.

💍✨ Ten years later, we stood side by side again… not under hospital lights, but beneath vows and promises, surrounded by love.

🎗️ Cancer brought us together.
🤍 Love kept us there.
🌈 And every step since has been proof that even the hardest beginnings can lead to the most beautiful forever.