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 moving closer, wanting to merge and become one.

Without him, my soul aches, feeling incomplete, as if it's yearning to bloom again in his presence. Each night, he appears in my dreams, showing me a future I’ve seen time and again, so vivid and clear that I know it in my essence: he is my person, the one my soul has been unknowingly yearning for long before this life on earth. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with him, for my love runs deeper than words can capture, imprinted on my soul as an eternal truth.

He brings out a part of me that feels whole, like he is a missing piece I didn’t know I was searching for. In his presence, I feel the depths of his understanding, his kindness, and his attentiveness. His quiet confidence, his soft laugh, and the warmth he radiates make me long to spend not just fleeting moments but lifetimes with him. Being near him is like a constant reassurance, a steady pulse reminding me that what we share is something eternal, a connection that feels both sacred and destined.

Sometimes, when he thinks I’m not looking, he watches me with an intensity that speaks louder than words. I want to reach out, to bridge the space between us, to feel the warmth of his hand and to know what it feels like to be held, loved, and understood by him forever. In those moments when our eyes meet, it’s as if the stars themselves have aligned, bringing us back together again and again, each encounter deeper than the last.

Is it fate or destiny that brought us together? Perhaps it is something far greater—God’s own design, a divine weaving of two souls meant to find one another. I am certain that what we have is a gift from God, a love so profound it feels like it was written in the heavens, meant to flourish and grow with each passing day.

He is, without a doubt, God-sent—a reminder that love, when it arrives, feels eternal, familiar, and deeply sacred. It is a love beyond explanation, infused with God’s presence, as if we are two souls destined to become one, bound together by His grace, and forever held in His light.

—Mahnoosh

(I love you so much, please reach out x)