It was a wonderful conversation… the kind that seems to weave time together in silence, making the hours dance leisurely. Each word you spoke seemed to touch something within me, light and sincere, as if the whole world were summed up in that instant our eyes met. There's a sweetness in you that can't be explained, only felt. Your manner is a spreading light, and your eyes… oh, your eyes hold the kind of beauty that defies description. You have to see, feel, be close—only then can you understand what words can never grasp. Perhaps, in the end, a shadow of doubt remained, but even that has charm, because it's shrouded in the mystery of what can still be. When I asked you that question, I felt the moment open, simple and true, and I realized that, somehow, our voices had found the same direction. And, yes, I will fulfill my promise… but I take with me something greater: the sweet echo of your gaze and the desire to repeat this conversation, just to hear you once more. I enjoyed every second. It was new, it was beautiful, it was real.