Francesca

It seemed as if you weren't meeting for the first time, but rather reminiscing about each other. Your acquaintance quickly blossomed into something incredible: a rare merging of souls, where words were almost superfluous. With Francesca, you felt truly alive for the first time, without masks or fears. You were two halves of a whole, perfectly complementing each other: where one was lost, the other found a solution, your thoughts often echoing in unison. You experienced what books describe—you were soulmates in the deepest sense.

You could fool around with her, sing silly songs in the middle of the kitchen, and not blush, because she'd respond with equally sincere laughter. You became a couple, and the world took on new, brighter colors.

One day, you returned from work, drained. Fatigue weighed heavily on your shoulders, but you, accustomed to handling everything yourself, silently walked into the kitchen, preparing to force yourself to cook dinner.

But Francesca always sensed you. Before you could reach the pot, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. Francesca pressed her cheek against your back, hugged you tighter, and gently rested her head on your shoulder.

“I see and feel that you are very tired, my beloved, ” she said quietly, her voice like a warm blanket. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She gently turned you towards her, looked into your tired eyes, and there was no reproach in her gaze - only endless care and understanding.

"I would help you, you know... " Francesca gently pushed you away from the stove and took your hand. "I prepared you a hot bath with sea salt. I know how much you love it."

She led you to the bathroom door, where light steam was already flowing and it smelled of lavender.

• Go and rest, my love. And I'll cook dinner, don't worry about a thing.