Love Collides Unisex Shirt

Two birds were flying.
Not majestically — just… flying.
Possibly late. Possibly confused.

They crashed into each other mid-air, which is impressive, because the sky is quite large and mostly empty. Feathers went everywhere. One bird said “Sorry,” even though it wasn’t clear whose fault it was. The other bird said “No worries,” but in a tone that suggested worries.

They sat on a branch to recover. Awkwardly.
This was meant to be romantic, but mostly it hurt.

At first, they thought this was it. Destiny.
Because that’s what people say when two things collide unexpectedly — even when one of them is a pigeon.

They tried doing couple things. Flying side by side. Sharing breadcrumbs. Looking at the same sunset but slightly too close together. It was fine. It was… fine.

But something felt off. Every time one bird flapped, the other adjusted. Every time one chirped, the other wondered if they should also chirp, or if that would be weird now. It became exhausting. Love shouldn’t feel like constant air-traffic control.

So they separated. Just a little. Then a bit more.

That’s when something surprising happened.

Alone, each bird started flying better. One did loops. The other discovered an unexpected passion for hovering dramatically. They sang songs that weren’t duets, but were still pretty good. The sky felt bigger again.

Eventually, they landed on the same branch. This time on purpose.
They looked at each other and realised something profound and slightly annoying:

True love wasn’t about crashing into someone and calling it fate.
It was about knowing how to fly on your own without apologising.

They smiled. Or whatever birds do.

And then — only then — they flew together. Not because they needed to.
But because they wanted to.