To the ones who have spent their entire lives believing they are the undisputed centers of their own universe; to the hearts that built high walls and lived in the quiet luxury of their own company, until they met the one person who refused to orbit around them.

The one who stood their ground and forced the world to stop spinning.

For the stubborn single children who grew up in the silence of their own rooms, who never learned the art of sharing their toys, their space, or their secrets. This is for you, and for the moment you realize that sharing your life with the "wrong" person feels more right than being alone in your perfection.

For the narcissists who walk as if the world is a stage and every passerby is merely an extra in their play. This is for the day you finally met your match- not in a mirror, but in a firecracker who looked you in the eye, saw through your layers of ego, and wasn't afraid to pull you back to earth.

And above all, this is dedicated to The Train We Missed. To the schedules that failed, the clocks that ran too fast, and the doors that slammed shut just a second too early. This is a tribute to the beautiful irony of fate-because sometimes, a missed connection is the only way to break a planned life. Sometimes, losing the train you thought you needed is the only way to find the person you were never supposed to love, but can no longer live without.

Happy reading 📚