Story 1: Love Across Time
Ethan had always been a skeptic when it came to fate. As a historian, he believed that love was something that happened within the confines of reality, bound by logic and time. That belief shattered the day he found the letter.
It was buried inside an old desk he had purchased at an antique shop. The yellowed envelope bore his name in delicate handwriting—one he had never seen before.
With hesitant fingers, he opened the letter.
“Dearest Ethan, If you are reading this, then time has finally aligned for us. I have loved you for years, though we have yet to meet. Please, follow the clues I’ve left, and trust that love will find its way.” Yours forever, Lillian”
His heart pounded. Who was Lillian? And how could she have written a letter to him if they had never met?
Determined to uncover the truth, Ethan followed the clues within the letter—visiting places he had never been yet felt strangely familiar. The more he searched, the more he felt an unseen force pulling him forward. Until, one rainy evening at a quaint bookstore, he found her.
Lillian.
She looked exactly as he had imagined. The moment their eyes met, she gasped. “Ethan… You found me.”
The revelation that followed was one beyond time and reason. Lillian had written the letters in the future, knowing one day they would lead Ethan to her. And now, their love story was finally beginning.
Story 2: The Flower Shop Beyond
Mira never expected to find love in the pouring rain. She was merely trying to escape the storm when she stumbled upon an unfamiliar shop at the end of an alley—The Blooming Hour.
The bell chimed as she stepped inside. The air smelled of fresh roses, lilacs, and something ethereal. Behind the counter stood an elderly florist with wise eyes.
“Welcome, my dear. Have you come to remember?”
Mira hesitated. “Remember?”
The florist gestured toward the shelves filled with flowers that seemed to glow under the dim light. “These flowers hold memories of love—lost, forgotten, or waiting to be found. Choose wisely.”
Curious, she reached for a blue hydrangea. The moment her fingers brushed its petals, a wave of warmth filled her. A vision unfolded before her—a younger version of herself laughing in the rain with a man whose face she had long forgotten.
Tears welled in her eyes. “I know him… but I don’t remember how.”
The florist smiled knowingly. “Love never fades, my dear. Sometimes, it just waits to be rediscovered.”
With the flower clutched in her hands, Mira stepped back into the rain—where, standing at the alley’s entrance, was the very man from her lost memory, waiting for her.
