Fantasia Romancia I

His eyes mirrored the depths of the ocean, a rare blend of emerald green and sapphire blue. His slender, masculine hands radiated the warmth of genuine love. A prominent jawline, a defined Adam’s apple, and tousled wavy hair framed a face of quiet strength, while his elegantly sculpted back, long legs, and slender waist lent his physique an effortless grace.

He stood beside a tranquil lake where sunbeams danced upon the water, shimmering around his graceful reflection. Clad in a sheer blue shirt and silver trousers, he seemed almost ethereal in the morning light.

As she awoke kissed by the gentle warmth of sunrays streaming through her window, she had this vision. She had christened her private realm Fantasia Romancia—a sanctuary where the man she had imagined awaited her with an infinite, unwavering love. Here there were infinite varieties of lovemaking. There was never any dearth of love at any point. At the same time, love never reached a point of saturation or weariness. The bond of undiminishing, ever-expanding love found expression in countless different ways.

That morning, she saw him with a magic wand, writing “Good Morning” on the pinkish-blue sky in strokes of gold and emerald. She could hear the soft melody of a flute.

She had a notebook with rose watermarks. Today’s page was pink. She wrote, “Good Morning,” and kissed the paper. The paper floated through the air and landed in his hands.

He kissed the paper, and instantly a yellow rose bloomed upon it. A white pigeon came, gently picked up the rose, and carried it to her.

She closed her eyes and could feel him drawing closer. Soon she was wrapped in a warm embrace from which she never wanted to break free.