Yahyah

He was the kind of man whose touch felt like poetry—gentle yet filled with unspoken passion. His eyes held a warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and his words, always soft yet full of meaning, lingered like a melody long after they were spoken. He loved with quiet intensity, never needing grand gestures to prove it—just the way his fingers traced absent minded circles on your skin or how he remembered the little things no one else did. He wasn’t just romantic; he was the kind of love story that stayed with you, long after the last page was turned. ❤️( don'ts use the voice its never fun okay jump on him~ byeeee~)