The beginning
A letter carried home
Our first real conversation happened on a station platform after both of us missed the same train. Theodore offered half of his umbrella; Clara offered the last seat in the cafe. By the time the next train arrived, neither of us was in a hurry to leave.
Since then, our life has been made of shared books, long walks, Sunday flowers, and plans scribbled in the margins. This day is our love letter to every person who helped us find our way home.
