How it began
Our Story
It started in a library — the kind with tall mahogany shelves that seemed to stretch into shadow. He was reaching for the same worn copy of Neruda. She didn't let go. That's still how they tell it: stubbornly, poetically, with a spark that never quite went out.
Three years, two cities, and one very opinionated cat later, he asked her on the same rooftop where they'd first stayed up till sunrise, talking about everything and nothing. She said yes before he finished the question.