Everything started the day I noticed the Love Is… chewing gum at home. It was still there, untouched. I did not chew it anymore, but the questions stayed. I asked myself: What is love? Is love lightning, a single moment, sudden and undeniable? Or is love blind, yet somehow it always knows the way? Maybe love lives in pauses, in quiet spaces, in the things words cannot say. So I wondered: Is love a moment, or a process shaped by time? And then it became clear to me: Love is two people from different books, becoming a story that did not exist before.