Quiet Fire

Have you ever considered that there are two kinds of love stories? One begins with a collision, a spilled coffee, or a stranger across a crowded room who turns out to be the boss' son or the rival's brother. They’re the heart-stopping moments that create external reactions. But the other begins quieter. Two people walk past each other, or they share a glance. In their core, they feel that gut reaction, even before the mind catches up.

There's a feeling that hits after you learn you didn't make it to the next round of a competition. It's a small, sinking feeling, and right behind it is a temptation to start telling yourself an outdated story.