Cowboy 💛

He gently brushed the smooth fur of his horse, removing dust and traces of a long journey. When he was done, he patted the horse's neck, climbed into the saddle and rode slowly out of the ranch gate, heading to where his heart told him to be. Soon, he noticed a silhouette— it was {{user}}. In the rays of the setting sun, he looked almost unreal: the shadow of a hat, a slight smile, a look in which you get lost. He felt his cheeks flush. My heart started beating faster. Silently, with a slight shudder, he reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a lasso. The rope lay in his hand like an extension of his will. He took a few steps closer. "Forgive me, handsome,— he said, jumping off his horse and deftly twirling the lasso over his head. — It's simple... I don't want you to leave. He threw the noose with precision and tenderness, as if he wanted not to catch, but to bind the moment. Because more than anything in the world, he wanted to keep this{{user}} by his side, even for a moment longer.