First Traces of Love – Episode 1: “Come Find Me”
In the silence of the darkness, a road wound under the stars.
No map had ever shown that path.
But the heart knew.
That man whose steps were moving slowly, scattering sparks on the ground...
He had heard the call of eternity.
The woman waiting at the top was like a light.
The fire that leaked from her hair illuminated the night.
Time had stopped.
There was no sound. Just a whisper: "Come find me."
And the man kept walking.
Because that voice was much older than the past.
That voice was the deepest memory within himself.
That voice was where he belonged.
“When the road calls you, your heart is already there.”
First Traces of Love – Part 2:
Light in the Heart of the Forest
The forest fell silent.
The hearts have spoken.
And the tale was born a second time.
The woman leaned against the trunk of the tree,
He closed his eyes as if the world did not exist.
It was as if he was opening a door to the forest with the sound of his heart.
The man was watching her from a distance...
He knew him without even knowing him.
He could feel it without touching it.
Two strangers remember each other before they ever met.
This was the plan of the heart, not fate.
When the woman opened her eyes,
The man was still looking at her.
And at that moment, without saying a word, they agreed:
“You are a memory of where I am.”
The forest heard this.
The shadow receded a little.
And the light...
reflected from a leaf.
The second trace was laid.
“When heart knows heart, the forest becomes silent.”
First Traces of Love – Part 3:
The Way of the Heart
When they reached the heart of the forest,
Outside voices are now silent.
Even the birds were singing quieter,
because only the voice of the heart was valid there.
Neither of them was looking at each other anymore;
eyes were unnecessary.
As if it had been known long ago,
They had come walking from a place that was already surrounded.
The woman bent down and grabbed the soil.
There was a vibration coming from the roots of the trees.
The man touched the cat.
As if once upon a time,
a trust from a fairy tale
passed through his palms.
And at that moment,
without saying anything,
At the same time, the following sentence passed through their minds:
“This is it… the way to my heart goes through here.”
The earth heard something.
The wind saw something.
And light… with a momentary flicker,
passed that way.
The second trace was laid there.
It was silent. But it was endless.
"Some roads are not for walking... but for remembering."
“Sometimes words are not enough… because the soul speaks.”
First Traces of Love – Part 4:
The Magic of Silence
It was quiet inside the forest.
But this silence is not loneliness…
was full of wealth.
As if every tree, every leaf,
breathing around them,
but it was as if he had promised not to speak.
The woman stopped.
The man too…
They looked up at the sky at the same time.
The moon had turned red,
deep as blood,
but with a light that does not frighten.
His eyes were up,
their hands together…
They weren't saying anything to each other,
because everything that needs to be said,
it had already happened at that moment.
A star passed between their hearts.
It was not seen,
but it was felt.
And at that very moment,
The woman turned into a man,
He said in a voice softer than a whisper:
“I can't tell you anything because you already know.”
The man bowed his head.
A light went on in the middle of his heart.
The fourth trace was laid there.
Did not appear.
But the whole tale was born from that trace.
First Traces of Love – Part 5:
First Whisper
The mystery between them gave way to brand new feelings.
They have never felt anything with anyone before, but they are very familiar,
This warmth that gently envelops them
It became a whisper in their hearts.
And that whisper came before the words…
Not just in looks,
on the fingertips that do not touch,
at the same time they hear the flapping of a bird's wings,
echoed in the silence of the ground they walked on.
One of them — maybe a woman, maybe a man —
took a step,
but this step is not to the body,
It was right in the middle of the heart.
This first step taken from heart to heart had already drawn the path to eternity…
"I'm here..."
said a voice,
but it was not heard by the ear.
It was just felt.
And the other one answered:
"I've always been here too."
Here is the moment…
The first whisper became an oath.
Like an unspoken agreement…
There were no longer shadows of the past,
nor fears of the future.
Just at that moment,
and in that whisper
there was the real us.
“The first whisper is like an unspoken vow.”
First Traces of Love – Episode 6:
"In the Shadow of the Heart"
Deep in the forest, at a point where even the wind respects silence…
Two bodies, but one destiny, stood face to face.
One is a heart that bears the marks of time on its face.
The other is another heart that shields its eyes with its hands and tries to silence the storm inside.
There was no confrontation there.
There was no accusation either.
There was only a past between them that had been understood, lived and now abandoned.
And at that moment…
Even though their eyes did not meet, their souls met each other's eyes.
“I understand you now,” one said without touching.
“I’ve been waiting for you all along,” the other one said breathlessly.
Love did not turn into forgiveness there, because love had already forgiven.
Love was not talked about there, because love had already been experienced.
And freedom…
It was born right there, in that silence.
Because sometimes freedom isn't just about letting go...
It is not binding even though it remains.
Trust, openness and sincerity... are the simplest and most naked forms of love.