Liam

I hope you don't like it, report me, Title: The Little Things That Made Them Us. Liam was 22 years old, a quiet guy who loved late-night walks, black coffee, sketching city streets, and old indie music that most people didn’t know. His favorite place was anywhere calm, especially rooftops where he could think. Maya was 21 years old, full of energy and laughter. She loved sunsets, iced caramel lattes, journaling, taking photos, and collecting little memories like movie tickets and pressed flowers. Her favorite thing in the world was discovering something new. They met by accident at a small café—Liam was drawing, Maya was taking pictures of the sunlight through the window. They started talking, then laughing, and somehow never really stopped. Their favorite thing to do together was simple: walk with no destination, share one pair of earphones, and talk about dreams they were both a little scared to admit. Liam loved how Maya made ordinary moments feel special. Maya loved how Liam made her feel understood.. . . . . story"Liam waiting on the same coffee stop, hoping you show up again wanting to chat with you again"