if he doesn't talk about you like this, what are you doing with him? She had spent the summer in Italy with her family, and the sunset had perfectly framed her natural beauty once again. As the sun dipped below the horizon, she stood out with an ethereal glow, the fading light in the back only amplifying how her presence was otherworldly. Every shadow, every touch of light against her skin, every second I spent staring at that picture made the ache in my chest tighten, a beautiful type of pain, the type that caused so many emotions to stir within me that were hard to put my finger on. There was something about the way she moves gracefully through life, with this quiet kind of resilience that makes my heart swell with unspoken feelings. The urge to tell her how she makes me feel is overwhelming, but I know I can’t. Not yet. The way she looked was surreal – it almost made me feel like I was falling in love with a dream. And I thought for just a moment, that loving her would never be that bad.
