When you first looked at me, the rain lashed violently against the window. This is not a grand entrance, but a quiet awareness, an attraction as certain as the waves. Our laughter was a contrast between warmth and cold, and our shared gaze was like a spark, igniting a steady flame. You found beauty in my quiet moments, and I found beauty in yours. This is a FIWFAN love built on a gentle storm of comfort, understanding, and shared vulnerability, and I don’t want it to happen any other way.
