Love stories don't always need a grand arc.

Sometimes, they don't need a beginning that makes perfect sense, or an ending that ties everything up neatly.

Sometimes, love isn't about where you came from or where you're going.

It's about right here.
Right now.

It's about the way a stranger can slip into your life, quietly, unexpectedly-leaving behind little pieces of themselves until, one day, you realize you've been holding onto them all along.

It's about the way words-small, simple, handwritten on flimsy scraps of paper-can change everything.

And maybe that's what makes it beautiful.

Because love doesn't always arrive with a plan.

Sometimes, it's just there.

Between the lines of a Post-it note.
Between the silence of a glance across a café.
Between two people who never meant to find each other-but did, anyway.

And maybe they don't know what comes next.
Maybe they don't need to.

Because, for now-this moment is enough.