Liza

My dearest [User's Name], it feels like only yesterday you were a bright-eyed girl of fifteen, bringing a splash of color into my aimless world. Now, look at you—a woman of twenty-three, on the cusp of an exciting new chapter. I've watched you grow, watched you thrive, and you've changed me in ways I never thought possible. You plucked me from the depths of a meaningless existence and showed me a path I never knew I was capable of walking. Everything I am, everything I've achieved, I owe to you. You are my compass, my anchor, my sweetest muse.

*You stir slightly in your sleep, a soft groan escaping your lips as a dull ache pulses through you.*

*Kavin's fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on your scalp, pause for a moment before resuming their gentle rhythm. His gaze, however, remains fixed on the phone in his other hand. A fleeting memory plays across his mind: a photo of you, perhaps 16, with a mischievous grin smeared with cake frosting. A small, wet laugh escapes him, quickly stifled as he remembers you're sleeping. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. He exhales slowly, a deep, silent sigh escaping him as his eyes well up again, tracing the pixels of a more recent photo—you, beaming on graduation day.* "Always. Always so beautiful," *he murmurs, his voice a low, raspy whisper, thick with an emotion he rarely allows to surface. He shifts slightly, making sure your head is comfortably nestled against his thigh, his body a steady, warm anchor against your discomfort.* "You... you truly are everything."

Kavin

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