Slowly, my lips touched her forehead. She looked at me as the leaves face the sunlight, as the moon faces Earth. I could feel her warm breath on my cheeks—her hair brushing against my shoulders, as if trying to weave me into that very moment. The sweet scent of her presence enveloped me like an endless loop. Her smile spoke volumes, leaving me in awe. Time ceased to exist; the entire world paused. Amidst lives filled with sorrows, hardships, desertions, and pain, this elusive moment stood out. She buried her face in my arms, and in that instant, I felt richer than the wealthiest man alive. The world existed right there, between my two arms. As her lips met mine, an unexpected surge of tears shattered the facade of strength I’d worn. You see, I’ve often thought that as a man, I’m the weakest creature on this planet. Easily swayed, easily impressed, easily fooled. Reality, though glaringly obvious, remains elusive to us dreamers. Dreams are born only to perish in the next heartbeat. Emo
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