Years later, Molly and Jessica stood hand in hand in a bustling cafe in New York, the city that had become their home. The chaos of life seemed to slow down when they were together. Molly, now a successful filmmaker, had just wrapped up her latest project, while Jessica, always the academic, had earned her doctorate in psychology. But their greatest accomplishment? The life they built together. Married. Two dogs. Children pending.

They still lived in their tiny apartment in Brooklyn - barely big enough for two - but now, it felt like a sanctuary. On weekends, they'd wander the city, visiting art galleries or watching indie films. At night, they'd wander would curl up on the couch with takeout, catching up on their lives, laughing like they were still teenagers.

Their love was quieter now, not the wild, frantic passion of their early days, but something deeper. Something they had nurtured, fought for, and built from the ground up. They still kissed each other with the same intensity they had when they were first figuring it all out.

As they walked home from the cafe one evening, fingers intertwined, they knew they had chosen each other - for forever. And that was enough.