We didn’t fall in love through grand gestures. It began with a simple hello in Germany, far from the streets we once called home. We met as students, sharing lectures and quiet study spaces. What first felt ordinary changed when we discovered we were from the same Indian state. Then, the same district. Finally, our hometowns, just thirty minutes apart. Strangers for years, we had unknowingly lived side by side, only to find each other across continents. We shared stories, laughter, silence, and slowly, love grew, not all at once, but in a hundred small ways. Snowy walks, shared meals, speaking our language when everything else felt foreign. We became each other’s constant in a changing world. Telling our families was a step filled with hope, and they welcomed our story with warmth. We often laugh at the timing, but maybe we met when we were truly ready. In each other, we found familiarity, comfort, and home.