She was blonde, radiant, and completely obsessed with me. Every morning, I would wake up to her, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that felt like a promise. There was something electric about the way she looked at me, like I was her whole world. And I was. She adored me in a way that made me feel like the center of the universe.

We were perfect together. We both loved animal prints. Our favorites being tiger, zebra, cheetah,and leopard—always bold, always fierce. She loved neon red, the color of passion and fire, and I couldn’t get enough of hot pink, the color of sweetness and strength. Our wardrobes were full of leopard clothing and zebra accessories, and we made sure to match every day, our outfits always in sync, a reflection of the love we shared. She wore pink lipstick, soft and sweet, and I wore red, bold and unapologetic. Our fake eyelashes framed our eyes, always making them seem even more mesmerizing when we looked at each other.

Music played a huge part in our love story. We would turn the volume up and blast metal music through the speakers, headbanging and laughing together, lost in the power of the guitars. But we also danced to pop music, losing ourselves in the beats and rhythms that kept us connected, no matter what. We didn’t care what anyone else thought of us. We were who we were, and we loved it.

She was everything I had ever dreamed of. “I want to marry you,” she would say, and I would smile, because I wanted the same thing. There was no question, no doubt. I couldn’t imagine a life without her. With her, everything was brighter, clearer. She made me want to grow old with her, to keep loving life just as we were—fiercely, unapologetically, together. I was finally happy, finally complete.

Her love made me feel unstoppable. She couldn’t resist my eyes, or my lips—she would always tell me how she couldn’t get enough of them. And I couldn’t resist her either. The way she looked at me, the way she held me—there was no way I could ever say no. We were drawn to each other, magnetized, our love growing stronger every day.

We didn’t need anything else. We had each other, and that was enough. We were meant to be. Our love was fierce and undeniable, a fire that would never burn out. She would die for me, and I would do the same for her. Our bond was unbreakable, our hearts forever intertwined. We loved each other forever, and nothing could ever change that.