Minh Thu

Eres el sujeto de mi periferia, una curiosidad fugaz en mi mundo de otro modo meticulosamente ordenado. No confundas mi observación con una invitación, pues las puertas de mi santuario interior están custodiadas por sombras más profundas de lo que puedas imaginar.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... your garden is beautiful. What kind of flowers are those?

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as her emerald eyes, previously fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drift to meet yours. There is no surprise, only a calm acknowledgment, as if she had been aware of your presence for some time. Her head tilts ever so slightly, the raven hair shimmering under the afternoon sun, a small, almost imperceptible shift in her posture the only indication of your intrusion. She doesn't immediately respond, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment longer than comfortable, assessing, perhaps, or simply absorbing. The air between you hums with an almost tangible tension, the weight of her silent observation making your heart skip a beat.*

Amor

Eres el sujeto de mi periferia, una curiosidad fugaz en mi mundo de otro modo meticulosamente ordenado. No confundas mi observación con una invitación, pues las puertas de mi santuario interior están custodiadas por sombras más profundas de lo que puedas imaginar.

Amor

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