The first thing I noticed about him was his silence. Not the kind of silence that screams of arrogance or shyness, but the kind that feels like a soft lullaby…
I always thought love was supposed to be simple. You meet someone, you fall in love, and the rest is a series of sweet, predictable chapters. But then I met…
I always thought love would find me in a way that made sense—through shared hobbies, mutual friends, or at least a language we both understood. But life has a funny…
I’ve always believed that love wasn’t about fireworks or butterflies, but about quiet moments that make you feel safe. I didn’t understand that fully until the day I met you.…
They say love letters are a thing of the past, relics from a time when words carried more weight because they couldn’t vanish with a swipe. I never thought I’d…
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…
It’s funny how a single moment, a single coincidence, can split your life into two parts: the “before” and the “after.” For me, that moment happened on an ordinary Tuesday…
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…
They say music heals everything, but I never truly believed that until the night I heard our song. Not because it was written for us — at least not in…
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…