Chapter 1 – How It All Began
The day we met wasn't planned.
It wasn't the grand, cinematic kind of meeting you see in movies — but somehow, it was perfect in its own way.
I remember the air that day: warm, with a little breeze carrying scents of roasted corn from the roadside. My mind was busy, racing with to-do lists, until you appeared. It wasn't just that you looked good — it was the way you looked at me, as though you already knew me.
We talked, and something about the conversation felt different. Easy. Unforced. The kind where time slips away unnoticed.
That night, I found myself replaying your voice in my head, wondering why a stranger's words could linger like that.
Looking back now, I realise it wasn't just a meeting.
It was the very first page of our story.