Sometimes, life surprises you in the most unexpected ways. It throws a name, a moment, or a person into your path that changes everything. For me, that moment came when I met her tiny, bold, with short hair framing a face that held more strength and beauty than I thought possible.
She’s the kind of person you don’t forget. Fierce yet kind, strong yet tender, she carries herself with a quiet grace that draws you in. Every conversation with her feels like uncovering a new layer of the world. She challenges me, grounds me, and somehow, without even trying, makes me want to be the best version of myself.
What amazes me most is how effortlessly she understands me. In a world where connection often feels fleeting or shallow, she gets me in a way no one else has. It's not just the big things; it's the little things, the way she listens, the way she shares her thoughts, the way she's unapologetically herself.
Meeting her wasn't just a moment; it was a turning point. She brought me back to something I had lost for a while: my passion for writing and my long-lost faith in the world. She inspired me in ways I didn't realize I needed. The words I thought I had left behind now flow again, and she's the reason they do. She matters so much to me that she's become a part of my blog, a piece of my story written with care and admiration.
It wasn’t planned, of course. Our journey started as strangers, a fleeting connection that could have easily faded into the background noise of life. But something about her open-mindedness, her confidence, and her ability to understand me so deeply made me stop and pay attention. And now, here I am, writing about someone who has completely reshaped my view of love
Meeting her feels like destiny- like the universe conspired to get our paths crossed at the very right time. And although I know she is lucky to have me (yes, I will admit that!), the thing is, I feel equally as lucky to have her.
Our story is just beginning, but it already feels like something extraordinary. Whether it unfolds as a great romance or simply a profound connection, I’m grateful for every moment. Because in her, I’ve found something rare a spark, a bond, a reason to believe in love again.
And so, as I go on to what life may bring, I do so with a heart full of hope, gratitude, and boundless appreciation for her and the beautiful, unexpected ways in which life can surprise us when we least expect it.
It’s hard to create original source material that fits the theme here, but to quote The Priest’s wedding speech in Fleabag:
“Love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. It’s all any of us want, and it’s hell when we get there. So no wonder it’s something we don’t want to do on our own. I was taught if we’re born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right it’s easy. But I’m not sure that’s true. It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.”
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