In the quiet corners of my existence, I wandered through days that felt like echoes of a forgotten song. Each moment passed in a blur, a series of predictable notes that played on repeat.

I often wondered if this was all there was—an endless cycle of mundane routines and unfulfilled dreams.

Then he arrived, like a sudden burst of color on a gray canvas. His laughter danced in the air, a melody that stirred something deep within me. With every conversation, he peeled back the layers of my guarded heart, revealing the vibrant hues of joy and possibility I had long buried.

Life didn’t even start until I met him.

Suddenly, the world was alive with wonder. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the stars twinkled with secrets, and even the simplest moments—sharing coffee, walking in the park—became extraordinary adventures. He taught me to see beauty in the ordinary, to embrace spontaneity, and to cherish every heartbeat.

With him, I discovered the thrill of living fully, not just existing. Together, we painted our own story, one filled with laughter, love, and dreams yet to be realized. In his presence, I found my rhythm—a symphony of hope and passion that resonated through every fiber of my being.

Life had finally begun, and it was more beautiful than I had ever dared to imagine.

in frame: Denaley & Mon; photo by yours truly
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