It's been several months since that unforgettable moment when he called me beautiful. I can still feel the warmth of his words lingering in my heart, like a sweet melody playing on repeat. The simple gesture meant more to me than he could ever know.
I remember it was just a regular day, nothing out of the ordinary. We were chatting casually about music and life, our usual topics of conversation. And then, out of nowhere, he looked into my eyes and said those three little words - "you are beautiful." It was as if time stood still for a brief moment, allowing me to fully absorb the beauty of his sentiment.
In that instant, I felt seen in a way I had never experienced before. His genuine appreciation for my inner and outer beauty touched something deep within me. It wasn't about vanity or ego; it was about feeling truly valued and cherished by someone whose opinion mattered to me.
Since that day, whenever self-doubt creeps in or insecurities rear their ugly heads, I hold onto his words like a lifeline. They serve as a reminder that true beauty comes from within - from kindness, compassion, passion for what we love - like my devotion to the violin.
His simple compliment ignited something inside me –a newfound confidence and self-assurance that continues to inspire my music with renewed purpose and depth. Every note played now carries an extra layer of emotion fueled by this unexpected source of encouragement.
As much as I cherish this memory in solitude moments spent lost in thought while practicing or performing,I also find myself yearning for another chance encounter where our paths might cross again.One glimpse,his smile,a fleeting touch-anything would suffice so long as i could bask once more under such warm gaze.I am grateful beyond measurefor having experience even one fractionof its brilliance;and yet,the desire lingers—a flickering flame refusingto be extinguished.As days turn into weeks,and weeks slip away into months,I find myself wondering if fate will allow us another opportunityto connect,in some small but meaningful way.Perhaps,it is naive,to hopefor such serendipity,but i cannot help but dreamof hearingthose three sweet wordsspokenonce more—“you arebeautiful.”