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How are love stories born?

If you ask me, I’ll tell you they’re born like ours: from innocent games, from jokes that seemed to lead nowhere and yet led to everything. You, with that way you have of laughing without expecting anything more, and me, following the thread of that casual little game. It only took exchanging glances, sharing knowing silences, and laughing at what was happening to us for something to begin growing.

Without thinking about it, the days turned into a pleasant routine between you and me. And without realizing it, you stayed in my thoughts; I learned to look forward to seeing you with patience, without rushing, with that calm that only comes from knowing something good is happening. You would appear, and your smile would light up the day; there was a shine in you (and there still is) that eclipsed any other I thought I knew. Today you know it, even though back then it was a secret that only beat inside me.

What grew in me for you was the most sincere thing two people can give each other. By chance, through silly jokes and words tossed into the air, a light appeared. That light that’s born from the sparkle in your eyes when you look at me, from the soft curve of your smile, from the little gestures that make me love you more every day.



And just like that, without big conversations or perfect plans, our story began to be woven. And I’ve learned that true love can be born from the simplest things: from a glance, from a shared laugh, from the patience of waiting for you. In that simplicity, I found my home: You.

Each day we shared added a new shade to what we are; the small coincidences became rituals, the brief glances turned into silent promises, and our laughter became the warm echo that follows every step we take together. And just like that, the simple became eternal.