Amara had never planned to fall in love.
She believed love was something that happened in movies and novels—something dramatic and obvious. Something that came with grand confessions and happy endings.
But her love story was different.
It started quietly.
She first noticed Daniel on a hot Monday morning during their second year at university. The classroom was full, and the lecturer was already talking when Daniel rushed in late, slightly out of breath.
"Sorry sir," he said quickly.
The class laughed softly as he looked around for an empty seat.
Unfortunately for Amara… the only seat left was beside her.
Daniel dropped his bag and sat down.
"Thanks," he whispered with a quick smile.
Amara nodded, trying to focus on the lecture, but she couldn't help noticing him.
He smelled like fresh cologne. His hair was slightly messy from running. And he looked completely relaxed, like someone who had no idea how charming he was.
After class, he turned to her again.
"You saved me back there," he joked. "If that seat wasn't free, I'd have been standing for two hours."
Amara laughed softly.
"That would have been unfortunate."
That was how it started.
From that day, they began talking more.
First about assignments.
Then about classes.
Then about life.
Daniel quickly became the center of every room he entered. People liked him naturally. He was funny, confident, and easy to talk to.
But with Amara, he was different.
With her, he talked about deeper things.
His fears.
His dreams.
His plans for the future.
And Amara listened to every word like it mattered more than anything else.
Because to her…
It did.