Love's Blueprint

Previously

…She found herself leaning against a nearby railing, the lavender sprig tucked behind her ear, its fragrance a gentle reminder of her small act of rebellion. She was an architect, a builder of structures, a devotee of order. But in this moment, watching Liam, the landscape designer who saw poetry in mud and philosophy in wilting weeds, she felt a crack appear in the unyielding foundation of her own carefully constructed reality. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a blueprint for love, but it wasn’t one that could be drawn with a ruler. Perhaps it was something that bloomed, wild and unexpected, in the most unlikely of places. And perhaps, just perhaps, she was finally ready to let it.