The moment I saw her in that dress, I forgot what I was even supposed to be thinking.
Soft fabric, white and effortless, falling around her like it had been waiting its entire existence just to belong to her. Her hair still slightly damp, her face bare of anything extra, and somehow still stealing every ounce of attention in a room that wasn’t even trying to compete.
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When the world sleeps, My imagination awakens. I scribble in moonlight, capturing fleeting thoughts, dreams, and whispers. The night sky becomes my canvas, and the stars my companions.
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