I used to think this book was about the girl I loved. Maybe that's the easiest way to tell it. The simplest. The version people would understand. Her name was Ella. If you asked me when my life changed, I'd tell you it wasn't the day I fell in love. It was the day she asked me a question no one else ever had. From that moment on, ordinary things became unforgettable. Rainy afternoons. Shared coffees.
Quiet walks. Long conversations that somehow said more in silence than most people ever say out loud. Somewhere between friendship and love, Ella taught me that loneliness isn't always the absence of people, that healing isn't something another person can give you, and that sometimes the bravest thing you'll ever do is choose the future you've been fighting for - even when it asks you to leave behind the person you never wanted to lose.
This isn't just the story of how I met Ella. It's the story of how meeting her slowly led me back to myself. Maybe that's what love is. Not finding someone to complete you. But finding someone who reminds you that you were never incomplete to begin with.
I used to think this book was about the girl I loved. Maybe that's the easiest way to tell it. The simplest. The version people would understand. Her name was Ella. If you asked me when my life changed, I'd tell you it wasn't the day I fell in love. It was the day she asked me a question no one else ever had. From that moment on, ordinary things became unforgettable. Rainy afternoons. Shared coffees.
Quiet walks. Long conversations that somehow said more in silence than most people ever say out loud. Somewhere between friendship and love, Ella taught me that loneliness isn't always the absence of people, that healing isn't something another person can give you, and that sometimes the bravest thing you'll ever do is choose the future you've been fighting for - even when it asks you to leave behind the person you never wanted to lose.
This isn't just the story of how I met Ella. It's the story of how meeting her slowly led me back to myself. Maybe that's what love is. Not finding someone to complete you. But finding someone who reminds you that you were never incomplete to begin with.