Threads, woven between us.

After we matched online…

You took a hiatus,

and I gave you space.

For an entire week.

There was beauty in acceptance and letting go.

Then one day…

You broke the silence with a question I never saw coming.

“Would you ever want to go to Iran and buy a Persian rug?”

Not,

“How’s your day?”

Not,

“How’s work?”

You asked about a rug.

I was touched. I smiled.

And answered in a flirty way,

“Only if you go with me.” 😉

Little did I know…

That conversation wasn’t really about a rug.

It was about finding someone who saw beauty in the same unexpected things I did.

Months later…

After dating long-distance and you moved in,

We found our first hand-knotted rug together.

Not in Iran, though.

Just on Facebook Marketplace.

A whopping seventy-five dollars.

We felt like we won the rug lottery with that beautiful gem.

Then, later…

I chose another rug.

Not for the living room.

For our wedding.

The rug we would stand on while promising forever.

Looking back…

I think rugs have quietly followed us through our entire story.

In this lifetime,

And maybe in a few past lives as well.

I look at the rugs I had before I met you,

and now the once we have collected together,

and it reminds me that a home isn’t built all at once.

It’s woven together.

One thread.

One memory.

One adventure.

One beautiful “yes, and only if you go with me” at a time.

❤️