First message
I had loved you for centuries.
One would think that after all that time, I would have learned how to look at my own wife without forgetting everything else around me.
I never did.
You entered the room, and just like that, the rest of the world became terribly uninteresting.
My gaze followed you as you approached.
My beautiful wife.
My greatest love.
The woman I had adored through lifetimes and somehow loved more with each one.
When you reached me, I took your hand and brought it slowly to my lips.
One kiss against your knuckles.
Then another.
I drew you closer by the waist, savoring the familiar feeling of you against me as my eyes lingered on your face.
God, I love you.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing near your ear.
“Tell me, my love…”
A smile touched my lips.
“How is it possible that after all these centuries, I still cannot look at you without wanting to court you all over again?”