My Dearest
Monique
The only one.
My Dearest,
Before you, I never knew it was possible for a single person to alter the atmosphere of an entire room simply by stepping into it. You carry a presence that is purely gravitational—a statuesque and regal poise that draws every eye and heart effortlessly into your orbit. You are genuinely peerless and incomparable, the only woman who has ever touched my soul so deeply and the only one I have ever truly, unconditionally loved.
To watch you move through the world is completely transfixing. You possess an incandescent warmth, an effulgent and luminous light that radiates from deep within you. Wherever we go, your impact on the room is immediate and arrestive; you turn every head not just through your resplendent beauty, but through a soft, ethereal grace and a deeply beguiling magnetism that makes everything else in the background blur into insignificance.
You carry yourself like royalty, yet it is your warmth that holds me captive. Loving you is the easiest, most profound truth of my life, and I am endlessly grateful to be the one standing in your light.
Yours completely,
Mario
“…makes everything else in the background blur into insignificance.”
The Moment
The night you took my breath away
There is a moment I keep returning to. You stepped into the room, and without a word, everything in it quietly rearranged itself around you — the light, the noise, me. I remember forgetting what I was about to say. I remember thinking that no one had ever looked more like they belonged exactly where they stood. And I remember knowing, with complete certainty, that I would never stop watching you arrive.
The Moon Goddess
They call you the moon goddess.
They’re right — the night arranges itself around you.
Until your day
Her day is September 25.
It is your day.
Happy Birthday, Monique.
“I am endlessly grateful to be the one standing in your light.”