The Moment We Met

How First Love Finds You When You’re Not Looking

When Love Was Just a Story in Her Head

She wasn’t looking for love. Not really. At seventeen, her world was small in the most perfect way—morning walks to school with coffee in hand, late-night phone calls with her best friend, and weekends spent flipping through thrift store novels she never finished. Love, to her, was background noise—sweet, soft, and distant. Not something she expected to touch her life. But that was before him.

The Boy Who Knew Her First

He noticed her long before she noticed him. He knew her favorite drink. Knew she always arrived five minutes early. Knew the way she tucked her lip when she was nervous, and how she doodled vines in the margins of her notes when she was lost in thought. He didn’t stumble into her life. He waited for the right moment—planned it, even. And she would never know how long he had been studying her from a quiet distance, waiting for the moment she'd finally see him.