For the first time, love didn’t feel like something I had to chase. It felt like something unfolding. Somewhere along the way, I realized this was different. Not louder, not grander, just clearer. I wasn’t guessing how I felt. I wasn’t pretending indifference.

Most of what we built happened through words. Messages sent late at night. ' Thoughts typed carefully, then rewritten. I noticed how natural it felt to explain myself this way, to let meaning take shape through sentences instead of sound.