Lover

Under the soft glow of the evening lights, Emma sat alone on a

quiet park bench, watching the leaves dance in the wind.

She loved this place—it felt like time slowed down here.

"Mind if I sit?"

a voice asked gently. She looked up and saw a stranger with kind

eyes and a shy smile.

"Sure,"

she replied, moving slightly to make space.

They started talking—about nothing and everything.

About dreams, favorite songs, and places they wished to see.

Minutes turned into hours, and somehow, it felt like they had

known each other forever.

"I don’t usually talk to strangers,"

Emma admitted, laughing softly.

"Maybe we weren’t meant to be strangers,"

he said. A silence followed, but it wasn’t awkward—it was warm,

like a quiet understanding. As the night grew colder, he took off

his jacket and placed it over her shoulders.

"So you don’t forget this moment,"

he said. She smiled, her heart racing in a way she couldn’t

explain.

"What if I don’t want to forget you instead?"

He looked at her, surprised but hopeful.

"Then don’t. Let’s meet again tomorrow."

And just like that, in the simplest moment, something beautiful

began