A Conversation
In the late hours of the night, when the clock had long passed two, a sense of tranquility filled the dimly lit yet cozy room, where two figures rested. She nestled beside him, her head finding solace on his chest. "You should go off to sleep now. Let's continue this conversation tomorrow," he murmured, his weariness evident in a gentle yawn. "I don't feel sleepy at all. Please talk for some time," she requested, her voice reflecting an eager excitement. Responding to her enthusiasm, he mustered up energy to indulge her curiosity. "Ummm, okay! Let me ask you something," she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "What did you feel when you saw me for the first time?" A nostalgic smile played on his lips as he tried to articulate his feelings. "Well, I was like, I mean, how do I put it into words?" he pondered. "I wasn't in my senses, I guess. You looked stunning then, just as you do now. Your mesmerizi...