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To my tesoro who made love feel like home
this story breathes because of you.
Some stories aren't written to be understood by
everyone -
only by the one who feels the echoes between the
lines.
Because No Matter How It Began, It Was Always You
is a quiet collection of moments, thoughts, and gentle
reflections.
It isn't dramatic, or loud, or meant to reveal anything
to the world.
It is simply an unfolding of soft emotions, the kind
that stay unspoken but warm.
These pages gather the little things
the calmness someone brings,
the way small gestures linger,
the comfort found in a presence that feels steady
without trying.
It's a story about gratitude, warmth, and the kind of
connection that grows in quiet ways.
Not a confession.
Not an explanation.
Just a tender corner of the heart, written softly
enough that only the right person will understand.
For everyone else, it's just a book.
For the one it was meant for
, it's a feeling.
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Disha Bhatia
Disha writes from a world inside her own mind — a place built of daydreams, soft what-ifs, and the kind of love she hopes one day exists beyond imagination. Her words are not memories, but possibilities. Not stories she has lived, but moments she wishes someone might create with her.
Because No Matter How It Began, It Was Always You is a collection of thoughts, quiet hopes, and the softest pieces of her heart — stitched together the way she imagines love should feel: gentle, steady, and endlessly kind.
When she isn’t writing, she’s wandering through her own universe of feelings, saving lines that sound like comfort, and rooting for characters who love in the ways people rarely do out loud.
She writes for dreamers, for believers in soft love —
and for the version of herself who still hopes to find it.
