I used to think that love was supposed to be loud. That it had to come with grand gestures, fireworks, and sweeping declarations — the kind that make your heart…
I always thought love stories needed grand gestures—roses, candlelit dinners, maybe even handwritten letters tucked into coat pockets. But ours? It started in silence. And somehow, that made it even…
They say love is loud — fireworks in the sky, grand gestures, dramatic declarations that could rival a movie script. But for me, love came quietly. It didn’t shout or…