The Story Only We Know
This isn't a tale that began with childhood promises or years of history. Our story, the one only we truly grasp, started much more simply, and perhaps more magically. It started merely three months ago. It was two lives, just stumbling into each other at the exact right moment, creating something so meaningful it quietly changed everything. The connection, from the beginning, was fluid. There were no awkward beginnings and no forced small talk. It felt like the kind of conversation you fall into when you meet someone who sees the world in a language uncannily similar to your own. Hours passed, days folded into one another, and before long, a quiet companionship had formed. It wasn't loud enough to attract attention, but it was powerful enough to change two lives in their private corners of the world. It started, perhaps, with simple questions. But they weren't simple for long. What do we believe in? What is morally good and what isn't? What's our idea of love, rela...