The moment I saw her, I liked her.
Within the first minute, I loved her.
And every minute after that, I loved her more.

My heart, once indifferent, now overflowed with something it had never known. I had been an atheist my entire life, but sitting in front of her, I thanked God.

The light in her apartment was dim, casting a warm glow on her golden, ethereal face. She was calm, radiant. Piano Concerto Number 21 played on the phonograph in the corner.

I liked Mozart; but I liked her more.

I was sitting on her bed when she returned, holding two glasses of red wine. I took a sip as she quietly closed the door behind her, and came back near me.

She whispered my name, and I froze.
It was like hearing my name for the first time.
All desire melted into a single need, to hear her say it again.

She walked toward me slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey — graceful and deliberate. I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to. I let go of whatever rules I’d lived by.

I was hers.

In her arms, I felt safe. Trusted. I wanted to be the final piece of her puzzle. Have you ever stared at someone so deeply that the rest of the world simply fell away? At that moment, I knew what that felt like. She made me feel like I was the only man alive who she needs. Her touch made my body tremble. Her kiss on my forehead made my soul quiver. I hadn’t felt my heartbeat in years, but there it was, steady, sure, and loud. Louder than Mozart. Louder than guilt. Her breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine. I died a thousand small deaths under her gaze, and I was reborn each time she smiled.

No random explosion of atoms, no evolutionary accident, no cosmic fluke could’ve created her. She was carved by something divine. Her face was the moon; her glow, the sun.

Her scent lingered in the air. Like the smell of soil after the first summer rain. It pulled forgotten memories out of me. Childhood. Joy. Innocence. I closed my eyes and felt small, like a child again.

I stood close, breath bouncing off her neck and back into my lungs. Her skin was flawless. I lost myself in her collarbone. Or maybe I found myself there. My life, until this point, meant nothing compared to her divine presence, I became her servant. I was a blooming flower in her sunlight, vulnerable, but alive.

She wore soft and simple a pink dress.. I didn’t know how to slow dance, but she held me. She placed my right hand behind her back and let hers rest on my shoulder. Our free hands met. We swayed. Slowly.

Then I glanced at my watch. It was time.

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