Fun fact:
The human heart creates enough energy in a single day to drive a truck for 20 miles.
And yet, I used all of that just to love Sophie—
and still felt like it wasn't enough.
It's been 25 years.
Twenty-five years of waking up next to the same girl I once saw reading a book on the metro.
We're happily married now, with a daughter who has her mother's eyes
and a son who has her stubbornness.
We laugh a lot. Sometimes we cry too, but never alone.
I still love her the same way I did the first time I fell for her—
that quiet, earth-shifting love.
The kind that makes the world make sense.
The kind that turns even silence into a language.
I retired early.
All the years I spent working when I didn't have a life—
turns out I saved up more than I needed.
So I write now.
It started with writing for her.
In her beauty.
In her mystery.
But people began to read those words,
and somehow, they saw themselves in them too.
Now, I go by Wind.
A name that means freedom to me.
Because nothing can trap me anymore.
Not fear.
Not the past.
Not even time.
And it's all thanks to a random girl
I once fell in love with
on a random train
on a random day
in a world that suddenly made sense the moment I met her.
This is our story.
This is Metro Love.