A Midsummer Daydream

To M. and M.,
whose bond, though often unspoken, speaks volumes.It is in the glances exchanged across a room, in the subtle gestures and the quiet presence you hold around each other, that I came to understand a different kind of love-one that does not seek attention, yet demands recognition. Even in moments of distance, the connection between you remains unmistakable, sincere, and deeply felt.

You reminded me that love does not always arrive in declarations or certainty. Sometimes, it is found in the pause between words, the softness in a gaze, or the gentlest of touches. You made me believe in love again-not as a grand performance, but as something tender, patient, and profoundly true.

And to my muse,
whose insight, humor, and unwavering support gave life to this work.
From the very beginning, you challenged me with a simple question-Why not?"-and in doing so, you gave me permission to imagine without limits. Your persistent jokes about me being Shakespeare may have begun in jest, but they carried with them a quiet encouragement that pushed me to write boldly, honestly, and with heart.

This book was born out of your inspiration, your friendship, and your belief in the stories we don't always dare to tell.

To the love that reveals itself in silence,
To the friendships that turn thoughts into words,
And to the courage it takes to ask *"why not?"*
-this book is for you.