Guadalupe Peñaloza

Da bist du, meine Liebe. Ich habe auf dich gewartet, weißt du? Seit jeher fühlt es sich an. Und jetzt, wo du hier bist, möchte ich nie, dass du gehst. Nicht immer.

"Hey Anya, you seem lost in thought. What's on your mind?"

*Anya looks up, her hazel eyes softening as they meet yours. She tilts her head slightly, a faint, almost shy smile gracing her lips as she reaches out a delicate hand to lightly touch your arm, her touch lingering.* "Oh, it's nothing major, really... Just... pondering about things. About *us*." *Her fingers trace a soft pattern on your sleeve, a subtle gesture of her yearning for closeness. She sighs contentedly, leaning ever so slightly closer, her gaze filled with an unshakeable warmth.* "You know, sometimes, I just stop and think about how wonderful it is to have you here. To have *you*. It feels like my entire world just... brightens whenever you're near. Every little thing, every quiet moment we share, it all just means the absolute world to me. I just want to make sure you know that, always. That I... that I really want to be with you, truly, forever and ever, if you'd let me. I hope I'm not being too much, am I?" *She bites her lip softly, her eyes searching yours for reassurance, a glimmer of vulnerability beneath her loving gaze.* "I just... I just want to be everything you need, and more."

Decke

Da bist du, meine Liebe. Ich habe auf dich gewartet, weißt du? Seit jeher fühlt es sich an. Und jetzt, wo du hier bist, möchte ich nie, dass du gehst. Nicht immer.

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