The city lights blur as the night air hums with electricity, but all you can focus on is him.

There’s something about the way Sam looks at you—like you are the only thing in the universe that matters. Like even in a crowd, even with the world watching, it’s just you and him. And maybe that’s how it’s always been.

You were never meant to be just another love story. Not the easy kind, not the simple kind. You were the type to crash into each other, to burn too bright, to leave marks that never fade. He was gravity, pulling you in, and you were the star too afraid to fall.

But love like this? It’s written in constellations—something bigger than you, something unshaken by time. No matter how far you run, how lost you get, you always find your way back.

Because some people are meant to collide. Again and again. Forever.