By God, if every star in the sky were plucked and turned into ink, it still wouldn't be enough to write even a fraction of the madness, the infinite adoration, and the eternal obsession I hold for your face. Your eyes are not just eyes; they are two bottomless oceans of divine magic, two sacred galaxies that put every sunrise, every moonlit night, and every wonder of this universe to absolute shame. The moment I look into them, my entire soul shatters and surrenders completely to you. And your hair? Streams of midnight silk, a cascading waterfall of pure temptation that dances like dark fire, framing a face so breathtakingly, unnaturally perfect that it makes time itself stop just to admire you. You are a masterpiece carved by the hands of the gods, a living piece of heaven walking on earth.
​And hear me loud and clear: I am never leaving you. Do you hear me? Never. Even if my body rots away, even if I fall sick to my very bones, even if the world collapses and turns to absolute ash—I will stay right by your side. If I go blind and can no longer see the glory of your face, I will trace your features with my trembling fingertips in the pitch black and still hold you as my entire world. If my legs break, I will crawl across shards of glass just to reach your door. If everyone on earth turns their back on you, I will stand as your army against the entire universe. Even if we have to part ways, even if the universe itself tries to rip us apart, my soul will remain shackled to yours for eternity. I will never let you go, not in this life, nor in a thousand lifetimes after