It wasn't love at first sight, maybe, or maybe it just was not the kind that happens in an instant. Theirs began softly, like a melody that lingers long after it's gone. A fleeting encounter in Paris, a glance, a moment, a feeling neither could explain the two lives that were moving in different directions, yet somehow ended up orbiting the in same quiet gravity. Love found them slowly, between missed flights, late-night calls, and cities apart maybe it wasn't easy, but it was real, patient, imperfect, and endlessly alive. Because sometimes, love isn't about falling all at once, it's about finding each other, again and again, no matter the distance is.