I always thought love was supposed to feel safe—gentle, peaceful, and warm. But my life has never been that easy. I'm the type of girl who feels a lot but says very little. I smile even when I'm hurting and keep quiet when my heart is heavy. From the outside, my life seems normal, but inside, it's a jumble of emotions I can't explain.
Every morning felt the same—routine, predictable, and empty in ways I couldn't describe. I had stopped hoping for more from life, especially when it came to love. Somewhere along the way, I figured out how to guard my heart by keeping it at a distance.
Then one ordinary day that felt just like any other, I met him. He wasn't loud or flashy. He didn't try to impress me with fancy words. There was something soothing about him—something that made me feel understood without needing to answer questions.
Our eyes connected for a brief moment before I looked away first. I didn't understand why my heart reacted the way it did. At that time, I didn't realize this small moment would eventually change everything.
That day, as I walked home, a strange feeling filled my chest. It wasn't happiness or fear; it was hope—gentle, surprising, and a bit scary. I didn't know his name yet or his story. All I knew was this: meeting him felt like the start of something my heart had longed for.