I wasn’t someone who believed in love easily. My life was simple ~ books, words, and the stories I created on a writing app where I felt free to express my emotions. That platform became my escape, a world where my thoughts could flow without boundaries.
It was there that I met her.

Her words were magic, laced with emotions that struck deeper than I expected. She had this way of turning her pain into beauty, and as I read her writings, I couldn’t help but wonder about the person behind those words.
It wasn’t long before I mustered the courage to comment on one of her posts. A simple “This is beautiful,” was all it took to start something I never thought would happen.

We started talking. At first, it was casual ~ compliments on each other’s work, suggestions for improvement, and sharing thoughts about writing. But with time, our conversations deepened. She spoke about her dreams, her struggles, and her love for words, and about her past, irrespective of toxic one sided love.
I listened, amazed by her ability to make everything sound so alive.

I didn’t know when I started falling for her. Maybe it was the way she believed in my potential when no one else did, or the way her words felt like a warm hug on my worst days. She had this energy, a...