The Meeting
We were wanderers of the digital age — drawn together not by chance encounters in streets or cafés, but by electrons racing through hidden wires. The internet gods played their trick, and amidst a billion scrolling faces, our frequencies aligned. Pixels became sparks. Static became music.
The (Un)Proposal
They say love demands a grand proposal beneath the stars. Ours has been more of a running satire — the constellations gossip, satellites circle, and yet the WiFi still waits for me to buffer the words she longs to hear. She teases, I stall; perhaps the universe enjoys the comedy.
Our Journey
Distance tested us in ways silence never could. Time zones stretched our patience, calls dropped mid-laughter, and longing often lived between messages left unsent. Yet through the ache of waiting, we found strength. Love survived the lag, grew louder than loneliness, and carried us forward — two souls syncing despite the miles.
