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Sometimes, love isn't loud.
It's quiet glances, half-finished coffee, and little scribbles on pastel sticky notes.
A smiley face left on a desk.
A reminder to eat.
A "good luck" before an exam.
And slowly-without them noticing-it becomes everything.
This is a story told in little moments, tiny notes, and a love that blooms between the lines...