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I got you brah

My dear,

"I hope you will forgive the earnestness—and perhaps the excess—of what I am about to say, but I find myself unable to keep silent. There is a gravity in your eyes, a certain quiet majesty, that has unsettled me in the most peculiar and profound of ways. To look into them is not merely to meet a glance, but to behold a chapter of the soul, written in the language of candlelight and snow-fallen silence."

"They are not eyes in the ordinary sense, no. They are like still lakes at dusk, beneath which flicker the lights of unseen villages, old songs, and unspoken dreams. In their depths resides a whole universe of feeling—tenderness wrapped in melancholy, wisdom wrapped in innocence—as though all the sorrows and all the salvations of the world had come to rest there, quietly, without announcement."

"I look into them and feel, absurdly, that I have known you through lifetimes. That if I were to lose myself entirely in that gaze, I would not be lost at all, but found—in some deeper, older sense of the word. And though the world churns on with all its noise and haste, in the moment your eyes meet mine, everything slows. It is not time that passes, but eternity."

"Forgive my boldness. But I could not look upon such beauty—such depth—and remain unchanged, or worse, silent."

Yours, if I may be,