First Night

As the sunset bids farewell and night knocks on the door, she steps out dressed in her black dress, shining like the stars. The moon appears, casting its light, and the stars begin to dance to the rhythm of the night. Time passes, and the date almost comes to an end. The first night begins, and all you can hear is silence and the beating of your heart. That night—the first night—was one to remember. It was a night you didn’t want to end, a night you wished could last forever. It was a night that walked through the door both fragile and strong. A night where words transformed into touches, and glances turned into warm hugs that penetrated the heart, leaving behind marks full of tenderness, respect, and love.

That first night—the one to remember—when fear disappeared. It was a night where two stars found each other in the vast unknown. Each was searching for light in their own lives, and although they appeared identical when gazing into the mirror, they were different at the same time, making this union unforgettable.

It was a union where silence answered the questions that were never asked. A union where words could not describe the magic of the moment: the first kiss, the first caress, the first embrace, the first whisper in the ear of desire, and the first moan of passionate surrender. The first saying makes me yours without saying a word. Just the gentle touch was speaking by itself. The first night where words turn into caresses. Where two stars got together and formed a big shining star. That first night was a dream that was not a dream, but a reality that was just around the corner, waiting for those two to start finding each other.

That first night, when the stars were allowed to hold each other, to hold their hearts, was a moment to cherish. Even though they knew that by morning, their hearts would be apart again, those two stars made sure that the first night was one filled with significance. They understood that, even at the end of the road, there was nothing to fear. Inside their hearts, they knew that despite the inevitable distance that lay ahead, they had one another.

They would protect each other across the miles because they trusted each other deeply. That first night, even though it felt surreal, they knew, through their eyes, that there was nothing to fear. Inside their hearts, they understood that every touch was pure, every caress was gentle, and every kiss was real. But that first night eventually came to an end as the morning knocked at the door, and the sun's rays opened their eyes.

At that moment, they realized the dream had ended, leaving the scent of stars on the pillow, with sheets scattered in the middle of the hallway. The voice and smile of the stars echoed around the house. That night turned into the first morning, where a goodbye became the tune of the morning song until they would see each other again, and the goodbyes would turn into a hello again. That first night and first morning was something they would never forget. They understood it was their first night—the beginning, the first morning, the first moment. Deep in their hearts, they knew that this first time marked the beginning of their new story, their own story, a dream come true. That first night, though it ended, united them. Even in the distance, when they were apart and closed their eyes, they would see each other again. In their dreams, they would realize that no matter how far apart they could be, they knew deep down that they would always have each other. They would protect one another because they understood that, in the end, it was more than just a dream.