Hug her...

Hug her and feel her heat penetrating subcutaneously directly into your heart ...
You inhale the aroma of her hair ... gently press her against you and clearly understand, feel that this is your woman ... yours, among millions of others ...
You catch yourself thinking that you want to keep her in your arms like this until the end of your life ...
And in your thoughts you already imagine your old age with her, how you babysit and pamper your grandchildren ...
Do you imagine how beautiful she will be then, even if gray hair adorns her hair and wrinkles cover her face ...
You will also lovingly kiss her lips, cover her face with light kisses and with the same tenderness you will whisper in her ear that she is beautifully beautiful ...
You know that she, as always, will answer you this “oh, don’t start”, and you, smiling, you will always say “but it’s true” to her ...
Hugging her, time stops for you ... all you want is that the moments with her, the moments when you are together, are endless ...
After all, this fragile little girl, your girl is your great, intangible happiness that fate so unexpectedly gave you ...