Written in the Stars
WRITTEN IN THE STARS From the first moment our eyes met on July 23, I felt a magnetic pull I couldn’t explain. It was as if I’d known him across lifetimes, like he was a part of my soul waiting to be found. His deep brown eyes, flecked with honey, held a quiet fire that seemed to reach through time, sparking in me a longing to uncover the countless stories within him. When he speaks of his passions—philosophy, distant lands, and the people and places that shaped him—each word spills out like a treasure, a glimpse into the depths of his being. With him, every moment feels timeless, as though we were destined to spend eternity together. When he looks at me, holds me, loves me, I feel seen and cherished in ways words barely touch. His gaze, his touch, the way he compliments me, acknowledges me, and values my feelings—all of it makes me feel understood, like he sees through to the core of who I am. When he speaks, there’s a gentleness, a care that envelops me, as if our souls are movi...