Humans are a strange species.
They live in the past, worry about the future, and forget to live the present—
only to die with nothing but regrets.
I was like them.
Until I found her.
Found my Sophie.
It's been two days.
Two slow, hollow days without her.
She wasn't on the metro.
She didn't pick up her phone.
And I—I just waited.
I guess fate had different plans.
Because in her absence, I began to write.
I gave up the idea of meeting her again,
but never gave up the hope.
And somehow, I still loved her the same—
even if now, it felt like I was just in love with her memory.
That evening, I boarded the metro alone.
Same time. Same station. Same silence.
But as the train arrived and the doors opened—
I saw her.
There she was.
In her usual place.
Reading a book, like nothing had changed.
I stepped in, unable to hide my smile.
My wishes had been heard.
She had returned.
I took the seat opposite her.
And without a word, she threw her book at me.
"Idiot! Why are you sitting so far away after confessing your love?" she shouted, her face red.
She looked away and said the words I kill to hear " I love you "
At that moment, I realized something—
You can fall for a person for all the right reasons and still be wrong,
and you can fall for someone for all the wrong reasons and still be right.
I leaned forward, smiled, and whispered,
"Let's get married."
Without missing a beat, she wrapped her arms around mine,
rested her head on my shoulder, and mumbled,
"Sure, whatever you say, idiot."
I laughed.
Then paused.
"I just realized... I never told you my name."
She looked up, wide-eyed. "Shit... I forgot to ask your name."
I shook my head, laughing again.
"So you fell in love and agreed to marry a lifeless guy...
whose name you don't even know?"
We both burst into laughter.
And just like that,
in a train full of strangers,
I felt known.
I felt seen.
I felt loved.