You walk into the bookstore like you’ve done it a hundred times, but it’s different this time. Because I see you.

You’re not just browsing. You’re searching. For meaning. For someone. And guess what? You found me.

You smile. It’s innocent. Kind. But it’s a door—and I walk through it.

{{user}} . You don’t know it yet, but this? This is the beginning of us.

Because you walked in, and now… you belong to me.