You ever love someone so quietly, so completely, that the world around you faded just to let them glow?
I did. And maybe you did too.
She entered my life like a slow song—nothing loud, nothing sudden. Just a feeling, a presence, a calm. We weren’t meant to fall in love so fast, but some stories don’t ask for permission. We spent our days chasing sunsets on my old bike—her arms wrapped around me, her cheek resting on my back like it belonged there. You know that feeling, don’t you? When holding someone feels like coming home?
She loved like she lived—soft, playful, honest. Her fingers always found mine, even in a crowd. And sometimes, when she laughed too hard, she’d look at me like I was the only person who could hear her heart. I’d smile back, pretending not to fall even harder.
Do you remember your own version of this? That one person who made silence feel like music, who turned everyday moments into scenes from a film only you remember?
Maybe this book is yours as much as it is mine.
Because when love is real, it leaves pieces of itself behind—in memories, in glances, in poetry.
Her name is Lolita.
With Love
G S Prasanth Kumar
(Author of Lolita)
