Compiling Our Love

Love doesn't crash, It compiles.
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

She was taught to grow up fast.

He never learned to slow down.

She grew up stitching her soul together with quiet resilience and unseen sacrifices.
He was the boy with brilliance in his eyes and battles in his chest-the one she wasn't supposed to meet, let alone unravel.

In a world of college fests, late-night codes, stolen glances, and slow-burning silences, they never said the word. But everything they did-every look, every pause, every almost-touch-spoke it louder than language ever could.

She wins.
And it bruises his ego just enough to notice her.
He loses.
And something about her elegance in victory lingers.

This is not just a love story.
This is the space between heartbreak and healing.
Between the almosts and the always.
Between the question and the answer that was always him.

Where he's everything she thought she couldn't have.
She's everything he didn't know he needed.

Their worlds align, rivalry turns into warmth, banter into something deeper.

And maybe, just maybe-- somewhere between the chaos-- they'll figure out how to fall, not apart, but into place.

~ Ina ᥫ᭡.