Chapter 2 – The First Spark
In the days after we met, life felt… lighter.
The sky seemed a little bluer, mornings came with an unfamiliar excitement, and I caught myself smiling at nothing — except it wasn't "nothing." It was you.
Our conversations became my favourite part of the day. Sometimes we talked about everything — dreams, childhood memories, silly things that didn't matter but somehow meant everything. Other times, we didn't have to say much at all. Just knowing you were there was enough.
I remember the first time you called me just to hear my voice.
It was a Tuesday evening. I was in the middle of folding clothes when my phone rang. You didn't have anything important to say, and yet, somehow, you said everything. You asked if I'd eaten. You told me about your day. And when you laughed at your own joke, I realised that your happiness had quietly become my own.
Little things became big things.
The way you'd send a quick "good morning" text before the sun came up.
The way my phone would light up in the middle of a busy day, and it was your name on the screen.
The way your presence made the world feel safer, softer.
We hadn't known each other long, but there was already a rhythm — a quiet, unspoken understanding. I didn't need to force anything. I didn't need to pretend.
Looking back, I think the spark wasn't a single moment.
It was the sum of a thousand little moments that whispered the same truth:
Something beautiful was beginning.