There are people who enter our field of vision as if they don't intend to stay, but end up remaining in a silent way, occupying not space, but thought, memory, and that calm interval between one sigh and another. You are like that; there is a beauty in you that doesn't draw attention, it rests, it doesn't demand urgency, it doesn't require interpretation, it simply offers itself, like something to be contemplated slowly. Since I noticed you, time seems to have learned to move slower, the days have gained gentle pauses, small, good silences, moments when the heart slows down and the mind finds a quiet place to rest. I don't write driven by haste, nor by a desire to occupy a place that doesn't belong to me, but because there are feelings that are born gently, so delicate that they almost ask to be kept hidden, but that still ask to be recognized. Perhaps it's just this silent recognition that happens when something beautiful crosses our path. You are the most beautiful and incredible woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.