Even so

A five‑word love story told in quiet pulses—stripped back to essence, memory, and the soft ache of what remains. This opening chapter follows a heart that opens, breaks, and still chooses gratitude for the love that once lived.

Part I: Even So, I Loved

You laughed. I looked away.

Heart jumped. I stayed still.

You asked, "What's your name?"

I forgot. You smiled anyway.

"You're odd. I like odd."

We met. We kept meeting.

Coffee shops. Parks. My kitchen.

I said less. Felt more.

You listened. With both eyes.

You touched me. Not afraid.

I waited. You stayed close.

I loved you. Too soon.

Even so... I loved you.

I love you... I love...