Once, a gentleman told me that some people are rare, that they don't just appear to be seen, but felt, and that when life places us before someone like that, admiration shouldn't be lost, because it's from that admiration that enchantment is born, and from enchantment, the desire to stay. I thought of you, Kess. You possess this rarity that doesn't shout, but envelops, a quiet glow, a way that warms without touching. Admiring you isn't an exaggeration, it's a consequence, something that happens without asking permission, and perhaps that's it. Some people cross our path, others awaken something deeper; the rare ones, like you, make us choose to continue admiring, even in silence.