I didn’t even like him at first. Too loud. Too smug. Too much. The kind of guy I swore I’d never fall for. But then came the small things—the book I mentioned once, the tea on my porch after a bad day, the way he remembered what everyone else forgot. And somewhere between keeping my guard up and laughing a little too easily, I fell. Not all at once, but quietly— like breathing him in before I realized I couldn’t go without.