It was a typical Friday afternoon when I met Sarah. We were both waiting in line at a coffee shop in downtown Chicago, the kind of place where everyone is rushing but still finds a moment to pause. She smiled at me as I fumbled with my wallet, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
We started talking about the weather, how the city was changing with the seasons, and somehow, the conversation just flowed. After a few minutes, I asked if she wanted to grab lunch sometime, and she agreed.
Our first date wasn’t anything extraordinary—just a simple walk through the park, grabbing food from a food truck, and sitting by the lake. But there was something about those quiet moments together that made everything feel right. We shared stories about our families, our jobs, and even our childhood dreams. The more we talked, the more I realized how much we had in common, and how easy it was to be around her.
As time went on, our relationship grew slowly, like a seed taking root. It wasn’t filled with dramatic confessions or grand gestures. It was about the little things—sending each other random texts during the day, cooking dinner together after a long week, or just watching a movie with no expectations.
One evening, while sitting on her couch, I looked at her and realized that this simple, quiet love was exactly what I had been looking for all along.
