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Wrapped in melody—a romantic Christmas song from us to you.
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Episode 13
She wakes to the smell of something warm, sweet, familiar. The dining room glows—sunlight spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, kissing every detail he carefully placed: fresh fruit gleaming in bowls, milk in a glass pitcher, her favorite breakfast dish plated like art, dessert waiting with a ribbon on the side, the sunflower-filled vase watching quietly.
He stands there—apron still crooked, cheeks a little pink.
“I want you to break your fast with your favorite dish made by me. I poured all my love into it. Happy birthday, my love.”
She doesn’t sit right away.
She hugs him first. Slow. Long. Like she tasted the love before the food.
This morning, love tasted homemade.
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Towards the Yes — The Café Pilgrimage 🍰☕
It began with the simplest of desires — to step out, to make myself available to the world again. That day the city felt oddly hollow, as if it were holding its breath. The air was still, the streets were almost deserted, and I remember thinking how strange it was to walk through downtown and hear my own footsteps echo back at me. A football night? A holiday? The world seemed elsewhere.
I walked anyway — 2.5 kilometers of quiet pavement and glancing winds, the kind that slip around corners and make buildings whisper. When I reached the café, it was nearly empty — just a couple murmuring softly and one man waiting for his takeaway. I ordered my little joy: cake and milk. It felt like a small ceremony of self-presence. Just me, sweetness, and silence.
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Episode 10
They stroll hand-in-hand through velvet and leather, testing couches like royalty scouting a throne. She lounges dramatically on a sleek cream sectional, arms spread like a queen. He nods, feigning seriousness, then flops beside her with a grin. They sit in silence, feeling it together—the softness, the space, the future quiet nights. She leans her head on his shoulder. “This one,” she whispers.
Choosing comfort. Choosing us.
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Episode 8
Sunlight spills into the living room, catching dust motes midair like confetti. He plays the keyboard, his fingers playful and certain. She sings barefoot in front of him, eyes closed, voice wrapped in laughter. Their golden retriever trots between them, tail thumping the rhythm, a squeaky toy in tow. The room pulses with harmony—joy in stereo, love in high fidelity.
The whole house knows what happiness sounds like.
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Episode 6
The bathroom is wrapped in candlelight and lavender mist. She relaxes in the tub, eyes half-closed, water just below her shoulders. He kneels behind the tub, sleeves rolled, his hands slow and steady on her back. She exhales, melting under his touch. No rush, no words—just warm water, fragrant air, and the kind of love that lingers like perfume.
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Episode 2: They walk down the aisle of their local market—their cart already filled with groceries. He tosses in her favorite chocolate without asking. She notices. Smiles. Touches his wrist lightly. It’s not the gesture. It’s the knowing. That steady, thoughtful knowing.
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Love is remembering. Noticing. Showing up—even in aisle five.
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Episode 12
The beach is empty—except for them. Lanterns flicker in glass jars, fairy lights drape over driftwood like fallen stars. A small table for two sits on a sand-carved rug, scattered with rose petals and sea breeze. She stops walking, hand over her mouth, dress brushing the shore. He watches her—not the waves, not the lights—her. She turns, eyes glossy, and breathes, “This feels unreal.” He smiles. “Then we’re right on time.”
The world paused—so we could celebrate you.
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Today is a very special day for us since it's the birthday of a very beautiful, smart, talented and kind girl who also architected:
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Niva, congratulations and we all wish you a very happy birthday!
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!
¡Feliz cumpleaños! Que cumplas muchos más.
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Episode 11
It’s late afternoon, the breeze lazy and sun dappled through trees. Their blanket is a happy mess of snacks, books, and bare feet. She lies on her stomach, flipping pages. He peels fruit, dropping pieces into her mouth between chapters. Birds chirp. Someone’s kite tangles overhead. But their world is still—just laughter, soft grass, and the sense that nothing else is needed.
We packed light, but brought everything that mattered.
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Episode 9
The crowd roars, but all he hears is her laugh—sharp and bright as confetti. They’re side by side in matching jerseys, cheeks streaked with paint, fingers interlaced even while holding snacks. She yells at the ref like it’s personal; he grins like he’s never been more in love. Under the stadium lights, their team scores—and so do they, over and over, just by being there, together.
Same team. Always.
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Episode 7
They’re surrounded by soft order—various fashion items, warm lighting, quiet anticipation. She stands serene in their closet—her white dress collared, black belt tied neatly, floral skirt blooming around her legs. Eyes closed, she breathes in the moment. He’s on one knee, smoothing the hem with careful hands, like he’s touching poetry. Not just helping—but admiring. Assisting her get prepared, the way love does: gently, attentively. They haven’t even left yet, but the date has already begun.
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Episode 5
Their desks sit side by side, sunlight pooling between them. The soft click of keys fills the room—two different tasks, one shared space. She stands, stretches, then returns with their water bottles. As she hands him his, he catches her wrist gently and presses a kiss to the inside of it, just below her bracelet. She blushes, scoffs, “Go back to work." But she’s smiling when she says it.
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Episode 4
Their backyard is a gentle chaos of tomato vines, strawberries, and fresh basil. He's got dirt on his face; she doesn't tell him. She's humming, focused on the cucumbers. They pause to share a sun-warmed raspberry, brushing fingers. Bees buzz lazily nearby. They've planted so much more than food.
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Episode 3: Rain taps against the windows. They’re under a thick throw on the couch, sharing silence like a language. Her head on his chest. His fingers drawing slow patterns on her back. It’s not boredom. It’s peace. Nothing needs to happen. Everything already is.
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This is what it feels like when you stop searching.
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Episode 1: She’s in his hoodie, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter while he flips pancakes. Music plays low, something nostalgic. She sways, miming the lyrics with lazy exaggeration. He grins—half amusement, half adoration. There’s no rush. No plan. Just the rhythm of a morning made soft by love.
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We keep finding heaven in the smallest things.
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