The most extraordinary love isn’t found—it’s woven. Thread by thread, from the way they remember your coffee order wrong (but so endearingly), to the silent pact you’ve made to always reach for each other in sleep. It’s the museum you build together, filled with mundane relics: a grocery list in their handwriting, a voicemail you’ve saved for years, the way they still look at you like you’re the first spark in a brand-new universe