The love story between Me and him

Chapter 3: Falling slowly

Days blurred into weeks. It didn’t take long for Eli to become a part of my daily life. Not because we forced it, but because it just fit. Like puzzle pieces that had been waiting to find each other. We were inseparable, though never overbearing. He let me breathe. I let him dream.

He’d surprise me with flowers he didn’t know the names of, claiming they “looked like me.” I’d make playlists for him filled with songs that reminded me of his laugh or the way he always took the long way home. He left notes in my pockets, scribbled on napkins, sweet and strange and perfect.

We were so different—me, the quiet one who overthought everything, and him, the free spirit who made decisions on gut feelings alone. But together, we found balance. He pushed me out of my comfort zone. I helped him slow down and see the beauty in stillness.

One night, we lay on a blanket under a sky scattered with stars. The city lights glowed in the distance, but all I could see was him.

He brushed hair from my face and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you.”

I smiled, breathless. “I think I already did.”