Golden Hours

It's been years since I last saw you, yet the memory of his warm smile and gentle voice still lingers in my thoughts. Where are you? This city now feels like an empty void.   We were oceans between us, yet intimately entwined. We promised forever. Night after night, we poured our hearts out. We longed to bridge the gap, to feel the warmth of each other's touch, and to hear the rhythm of our hearts beating as one.   Then, darkness descends, swallowing you whole. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and still, no sign of you. A venomous tendril suffocating my hope. My heart shattered into a million pieces. You vanished without a trace, leaving behind a ghost of your smile.   I searched for you tirelessly. Scouring every corner of the world, but to no avail. Each drop that falls is a sorrow I cannot voice. My darling, where are you?   Now, years later, I sit alone in my apartment. I've learned to live with the pain. They say I moved on. But how can one truly move on...

It feels like a fever dream. Sweat-slicked skin. The scent of youth and adrenaline fills the air. He's so close. His eyes bore into mine. My heart pounds against my ribs. I wanna push him away, to run, but my body yearns for him. A strange sensation blooms in my core, spreading through my veins like wildfire. His lips brushing against my ear. His hands find my waist, tugging me into his arms. His touch is both gentle and demanding. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest. Breaking down my defenses, making me thine. With a trembling hand, I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair. He groans. I lean in. Our lips meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. I gasp as he finds the sweet spot. The intensity of it all is overwhelming and leaves me breathless. I'm losing control. I've never felt anything like it before. We melt into one as I give in, surrendering to the heat. The flames lick and dance, consuming my inhibitions. It's reckless, impulsive, and utterly intoxicating. ...

Under the watchful eye of the moon, I found myself mesmerized by him once again. The flames danced in his eyes, reflecting the same fire that burns within me.    There's an air of mystery about him. As if he knows exactly what buttons to push, what words to say to set my heart ablaze. I can't help but be captivated by his wit, that sharp intelligence that always leaves me breathless.    The passage of time has only deepened my admiration for him. The boyish charm has faded, replaced by a man's confidence and allure. I'm drawn to you.   His cheekbones are sharp and defined. Yet his lips are full and inviting. I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to trace their shape with my fingertips, to taste the sweetness of his kiss.   The mere thought of his touch sends shivers down my spine. I long to lose myself in his embrace, to feel the warmth of his body against mine. To explore the depths of his soul. He's a work of art. God, I fear I'm hopelessly...

I never thought waking up 15 minutes earlier would actually feel this good. The sunrise this morning was breathtaking, all shades of pink and orange. I savored my tea. No distractions. Just the quiet sounds of the city waking up.  The smoothie was a bit of a struggle today. I think I overdid it with the spinach. It tasted a bit earthy. But hey, at least I tried! I'm learning to be okay with imperfect victories.  Reading tonight was pure bliss. I'm finally getting into this historical fiction novel. It's like stepping back in time. I love how it transports me to another world, away from the constant noise and demands of the day.  I'm still surprised at how much better I feel. My anxiety isn't completely gone, but it's definitely more manageable. I'm not as easily overwhelmed by things anymore. I think it's because I'm finally starting to listen to myself.