TRIPLE FLAME

The room didn’t feel crowded—it felt complete. Three hearts, bound by something deeper than rules ever allowed. When Loura brushed her fingers against mine, and Alex exchanged that knowing look with Deepak, something inside me stopped trying to choose. This wasn’t confusion, and it wasn’t wrong—it was just different, and somehow, it felt right. We didn’t complete each other in halves; we built something whole together. In our laughter, in our quiet moments, in the way our worlds overlapped without breaking—love didn’t divide between us, it grew. And even if no one else understood our story, we knew the truth: what we had wasn’t less, it was more.