Love shouldn't be like fireworks.
In the past, I always thought love had to be explosive. There had to be a peaking adrenaline, a heart beating so hard it hurt, and a passion that burned away all common sense. All the men who had ever been close to me always brought that explosion—burning, then disappearing.
But Julian? Julian gave me a candle.
Its flame was small, calm, and steady. He didn't burn; he warmed. He didn't explode and vanish in an instant; he stayed to keep me company through the long nights.
And for the first time, I realized that what I used to think was boring, was actually called peace.
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The first few months of our relationship moved at a slow rhythm—so slow that Edwina often got exasperated watching us.
"Are you two dating or meditating?" she teased one afte
