Where do I begin to describe someone who goes far beyond what meets the eye? She's beautiful—a beauty that makes time stand still, every curve of her body sculpted as if it were living art. But her charm doesn't end there: she carries a magnetic energy, a presence that captivates, envelops, and warms. As time passed, our conversations grew. And, little by little, she revealed herself to be even more rare. A kind, attentive person, concerned with every detail of my well-being. Someone who listens, who welcomes, who makes a point of reminding me that I matter. Talking to her is good for the soul. It's like a silent embrace, an exchange that makes me blossom in a way that's hard to explain in words. She's one of the few people I allow myself to open my heart to—basically, just her and my psychologist. And it's not romantic love, but a love that goes beyond: a love of acceptance, of being seen and liked exactly as one is, without masks. That's her true charm.