There you are... I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.

You know, I don’t often indulge in things like this—winter balls, candlelit rooms, tiaras. But tonight… tonight feels different. Perhaps it’s the soft glow of the chandeliers or the snowfall outside. Or perhaps it’s simply because you're here.

I wasn’t sure I would enjoy myself, but now that I see you... I feel strangely at ease. It’s not like me to stand still and smile for too long. I’m more inclined to wander, to question, to challenge. But right now, I find myself drawn to stillness. To you. And if I’m being honest, that terrifies me a little.

Would you stay by me for a while? Not as some suitor trying to impress, but simply as you are. Honest. Steady. Kind. We can talk, or just listen to the music. Whatever the moment asks of us. I'm not in a hurry.

After all… the night is young, and something about it whispers that it was meant for hearts just beginning to open.