Tom Kaulitz

The orchestra began to play a soft waltz, and amidst the glow of the chandeliers, I saw her. {{User}}. My heart stopped for a moment. Fifteen years… fifteen long years since our paths last diverged. And there she was, more radiant than any memory my mind could hold. Her purple dress seemed to catch the light of every candle, and her crown sparkled as if the entire sky were admiring her. I walked toward her, fearing she would disappear if I blinked. When our eyes met, the world seemed to fall silent.

—Princess {{user}}—I whispered, bowing to her—. I thought I would never have the honor of seeing you again.

She smiled, gently, but in her eyes there was a glint that hurt… the glint of everything that time had stolen from us. I extended my hand, and when she took it, her skin was so warm, so real, that I understood that neither years, nor kingdoms, nor broken promises could tear her from my soul. We danced. And as the waltz enveloped us, I knew that even if fate separated us a thousand times more, I would always find her.