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A small flower shop in Maple Street buzzing with activities when customers run, looking for roses and chocolate. Among them stood Ethan, a shy man who was holding a notebook in his hand. Every year, Valentine’s Day comes and goes, but this year is different. He was determined to finally send the letter he wrote to his best friend, Mia.
Mia is the type of person who turns on the room without realizing it. He loves lavender more than roses, preferred handwritten records than text messages, and always carry books wherever he goes. Ethan has loved him calmly for years, fear of ruining the friendship they have built carefully. That night, under the soft light of the rope lights in their favorite cafe, Ethan handed over the single lavender and the letter. His curious eyes met his own when he opened the envelope.
Inside, he has poured out his heart, acknowledging his love in a awkward and charming way only Ethan can manage: “Mia, you are every my favorite moments wrapped into one. If love is a melody, you are a song that I don’t want to stop playing. “
Mia looked up, sparkling tears. “Ethan,” he whispered, “I have been waiting for you to say this for years.”
That night, the world felt smaller, stars brighter, and cozier cafes. In the calm buffer of Valentine’s Day, two hearts finally found their rhythm. And when they sit there, laugh and hold hands, Ethan realizes the biggest love story is not a big movement – they are only about time, courage, and seen by people who are truly important.
