I was a museum guide, used to people walking away when I tried to share stories about the art around us Rejection had become routine, but it still hurt

One day, lost in thought, I barely noticed someone approaching Then you bent down, gently drawing my attention I looked up from my chair and saw your perfect form, leaning toward me with a soft smile My words faded; my focus shifted entirely to you your beautiful face, your flawless features

In that moment, I didn’t think of the art, You were all I saw