The postcard arrived on a Tuesday, the kind of ordinary day that never expects anything life changing to ring its doorbell. It was tucked among coupon flyers and a glossy…
I used to think love stories happened in coffee shops, on vacation, or during some kind of cinematic meet-cute. What I never expected was that mine would start on a…
It happened on a Sunday afternoon, the kind of lazy day where time seems to move slower, and even the sunlight filtering through the window feels like it’s in no…
It all started on a quiet Sunday morning, the kind where the world feels softer, like it’s taking a deep breath before the week begins. I was walking through the…
The accidental text came on an ordinary Thursday evening. I was halfway through reheating last night’s pasta when my phone buzzed with a message that clearly wasn’t meant for me:…
They say heartbreak feels like a storm. For me, it was more like a quiet winter—cold, gray, and endless. I went to work, smiled when I had to, and even…
The coffee shop smelled like roasted hazelnuts and freshly ground dreams. That’s the only way I can describe it. It was my favorite corner café, the kind of place where…
It started with wet shoes and a broken umbrella. I had just stepped off the bus, the kind of drizzle that soaks you without even trying clinging to my hair…