They met on a quiet afternoon when the world was still healing from hard times.
He was young, serious, and proud in his uniform, carrying responsibility on his shoulders far heavier than his years. She was soft-spoken but strong, with a smile that made people feel at ease. Their first meeting was simple—just a few exchanged words, a shy smile—but something stayed with them both long after they parted.
They began to see each other again at community gatherings and Sunday walks. He admired her kindness and the way she listened; she admired his discipline, his honesty, and the way he spoke about the future with hope instead of fear. Love didn’t rush them—it grew slowly, like a tree taking root. Continue reading…
