“Where We Finally Began”

We ended where all love stories promise—
quiet, unremarkable, and forever.
Two cups of tea cooling between us,
your hand still finding mine
without needing to ask.

Before that, there were no more storms—
only the soft language of staying.
We spoke in glances,
in the rhythm of shared mornings,
in the way your laughter learned my name.

Go back a little—
to the night we almost broke.
Words sharp as shattered glass,
silences louder than goodbye.
Yet even then,
your absence felt like a mistake
the world wasn’t meant to keep.


Further still—
to reckless beginnings.
Your smile, an accident I kept repeating,
my heart, a door I forgot to close.
We were all chaos and curiosity,
two strangers pretending
they weren’t already falling.


Earlier—
to the first time our eyes met.
A fleeting second, barely real,
but something in me shifted,
as if the universe whispered,
remember this.


And before even that—
we were nothing.
No memories, no echoes,
just two lives
unaware of the gravity
pulling them closer.


Strange, isn’t it?
How love doesn’t begin
with the first hello—
but is only understood
when you reach the end
and realize
it was always leading you there.