36 parts Ongoing If someone had ever asked me what love looked like, I would have answered with absolute certainty - I don't know.
Maybe it's like an uncertain step on a tightrope, where the smallest mistake means falling. Or maybe it's like a breath you don't appreciate until it's gone. Or sunlight filtering through a dirty window - warm, but scattered, never fully clear.
I don't know, because I've never felt it before. My assumptions are stitched together from stories in books and scenes from films, nothing more.
Everything changed that day.