It didn't start with "I love you."
It started with a profile picture.
Two characters side by side.
Not holding hands.
Not confessing.
Just existing near each other.
Like us.
Just… placed in the same frame
By something softer than coincidence
And stronger than timing.
Her profile changed.
Mine followed.
Not because we wanted the world to know—
But because it finally felt like our world.
We weren't official.
But we were obvious.
A "Cutie~" in the morning.
A "Cutieee" at night.
A "Don't forget to eat" in between.
And suddenly, even silence began to feel romantic.
We didn't need labels.
But we wore each other like one.
Softly. Proudly. Quietly.
Like a favorite song you don't sing out loud —
Just hum when no one's watching.
We weren't trying to fall in love.
We were just... typing.
Smiling at our screens.
Writing stories with emojis, typos, and three-dot replies.
"You're so annoying."
"And yet you miss me when I'm gone."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Somewhere between those jokes,
The line between flirting and feeling blurred.
And we didn't stop it.
I'd wait for her to come online.
She'd wait for me to text first.
We'd both pretend it was casual—
But our hearts weren't fooling anyone.
We started syncing.
Not just statuses,
But moods, words, timings, dreams…
"What song are you listening to?"
"This one reminded me of you."
"Then I'll listen too."
We hadn't kissed.
But I swear every word she sent
Felt like it landed on my lips.
We hadn't met.
But I swear I could feel her laugh on my chest
Like a heartbeat.
Love didn't knock loudly on the door.
It found the spare key,
Let itself in quietly,
And made a home out of us.