We all board trains in our lives, clutching tickets to destinations we’ve carefully planned. We have a map, a schedule, and a clear idea of where we are supposed to end up. We look for the right seat, the comfortable berth, the journey that promises a safe and predictable arrival. But what happens when the most important part of the journey isn’t the destination at all? What happens when it’s the person who comes running down the platform at the last second, breathless and unexpected, and takes the seat right next to yours? Love, I believe, is rarely found on a direct route. It is not a station we arrive at, but a landscape we journey through. It is the quiet conversation that lasts for hours, the shared silence that feels more comforting than any words, and the sudden realization that “home” is not a place on a map, but a feeling you find in another person’s presence. This is a story for anyone who has ever had their carefully drawn map turned upside down by a chance encounter. It’s for the girl who values the destination, and for the boy who loves the open road. It’s about discovering that sometimes, the most direct route to happiness is a detour you never saw coming. I hope their journey reminds you that the most beautiful love stories are often the ones that begin with an unscheduled stop.