There are moments in life that don’t feel like they belong to this world — they feel borrowed from a dream, carved out from somewhere beyond time. That night… that moment with him… was one of them. I can’t even fully explain what stirred within me — it wasn’t just an emotion, it was an earthquake.
My heart had lived in silence for three years, tiptoeing around feelings I was too afraid to confront. I loved him in quiet, in depth, in helpless longing — like someone watching the stars from behind a window, knowing they’d never touch the sky.
I had imagined it so many times, cried silently, begged the universe — just once — to let me feel what it was like to be chosen by him. And suddenly, impossibly, it was happening. Right in front of me. Real. Trembling. Sacred.
Our first moment of closeness — when time held its breath and everything else faded away — was nothing short of magic. It was a feeling that no poem could capture, where every heartbeat echoed like a whispered prayer. I had waited, yearned, and ached for so long, folding my love into unnoticed moments, never daring to believe destiny would be kind enough to draw us together.
But then—there we were. Standing beneath a sky that shimmered with the weight of unspoken stories, a sky that had silently held all my longing. And when his eyes met mine — not as a stranger or a friend, but as someone who finally understood the language of my soul — the world shifted.
That moment, soft and astonishingly real, felt like the realization of every dream I’d never dared to voice. It wasn’t just a touch — it was a quiet promise, an unspoken truth finally unfolding. My heart trembled, my eyes brimmed with all the words I couldn’t say, and something inside me lifted — because what I thought was untouchable was now holding me in return.
My heart wept — not out of sadness, but from a joy so full it spilled over. I could hardly believe it: he was really mine. Not in dreams. Not in quiet wishing. But here, now — choosing me. Loving me. Reaching for me in the very way I had once pleaded for in the silence of prayer.
Time seemed to pause. The stars stood still, as if to witness this quiet miracle. His touch wasn’t just physical — it was healing, gentle, and deep. It wasn’t merely a first closeness. It was the beginning of something timeless.
That memory now rests in the quiet corners of my heart, glowing like the first light after a long, endless night. And no — it wasn’t a fairytale. It was something far more tender, far more real.
I heart you .♡
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