We met on a rainy afternoon in a small café in Seattle. I didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary, but then Emily smiled at me across the room, and everything shifted. We exchanged a few words, and the conversation flowed easily, as though we’d known each other for years. She was new to the city, and we agreed to meet again.
Our dates weren’t grand—they were simple, like walking around the city or grabbing lunch at a local diner. The best moments were the ones where we simply enjoyed each other’s company: sitting by the water at Pike Place Market, laughing over silly things, and sharing our favorite books.
There was no dramatic “I love you.” Instead, love grew quietly between us. We learned the little things—how she liked her coffee with cream, how I always needed extra sugar. Our connection wasn’t about big gestures but about the comfort of being together.
Now, our love is in the everyday: quiet mornings, cozy evenings, and simple moments that remind me how lucky I am to have her by my side. It’s not perfect, but it’s real, and that’s enough.
