When We Meet Again, On Mallari Street

I never believed in fairytales or happy endings. I had long accepted that love might never find me, that my heart would remain tucked away behind the fortress of walls I built to protect myself. The idea of someone seeing me-really seeing me-felt impossible.

But then you came.

You walked into my life like a quiet melody, filling the silence I had grown so used to. On Mallari Street, where everything seemed to shift. The memories we built there became stitched into the fabric of my soul-the late-night walks under flickering streetlights, whispered conversations on weathered steps, and the way your hand always found mine.

For the first time, I dared to hope for my own happy ending-someone who could love me for who I truly am. But love isn't always easy, and I knew that if we lost what we had, this street-our street, would never be the same again.