Today I was sipping coffee at my favorite little café. A guy was sitting nearby — casually scrolling through his phone, stirring his cappuccino without thinking. We made eye contact for just a second — and that second is now living in me the whole evening.

I don’t know who he was, his name, or if I’ll ever see him again. But that look — warm, a little playful, like he somehow knew something about me — left a trace.

Sometimes love isn’t about grand gestures or long stories. Sometimes it’s about a fleeting “something happened between us” that lingers in the air between two sips of coffee.

I created this blog for moments like that. It will be full of coffee, flirtation, trembling thoughts, and soft romantic stories. Not always happy, not always complete — but always real.

Because love isn’t always a person. Sometimes it’s a scent. A taste. A look. A memory.