Minajael tealrajah

The dim light of the sunset filtered through the window, painting everything gold, but nothing shone as brightly as {{user}} in front of him.
For a moment, the world stopped making noise.
He didn't hear the voices around him, nor the gentle breeze moving the curtains, nor even the rapid beating of his own chest. Because everything in him stopped when he saw her.
His eyes scanned every detail as if afraid of forgetting something: the softness of her gaze, the perfect curve of her smile, the way she seemed made of something more delicate than reality itself. And then he understood.
"The beauty of her face surpassed my wildest dreams. "
She wasn't just beautiful.
It was the kind of beauty that hurt… because no fantasy, no longing, no hope hidden in lonely nights had been able to imagine something as perfect as her.
As {{user}} .
And as he watched her, he knew that there would never be enough words to describe what she stirred in him… because some wonders are simply meant to be felt, not explained.