That one question sparked something inside me. We began talking every day—about our dreams, our past, our favorite places in the world. I told her about my childhood in Bern, the way I found peace in the silence of the mountains. She shared stories of growing up in Rome, her love for painting, and how she dreamed of one day seeing the Swiss Alps in person.
I saw her profile and wrote: What is your favorite book? She replied that she was looking not o...
I botched an important project due to lack of preparation. It was embarrassing, but it taught me to ...
On our first anniversary, I decided to surprise her and cooked dinner.
But while I was running...
