Mr Dee's favourite image of Zahra Belle
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Where do I even begin…
It was a last-minute moment, and I was almost running just to see her. We’d never met in Adelaide before, but something in me already knew she was beautiful,not just on the outside, but deep within.
I arrived late, yet she greeted me with nothing but warmth and grace. She made me feel welcome from the very first second.
Then came the moment I’ll never forget. She walked towards me from the room, and time seemed to slow. It was as if the world had gone silent, leaving only her. Butterflies filled my chest as I watched the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen.
She wasn’t just beautiful she was poetry in motion. Sweet, effortlessly elegant, and undeniably captivating. Every kiss felt like a page from a love story I’d never wanted to end.
I can’t wait until I get to see her again.
It was a last-minute moment, and I was almost running just to see her. We’d never met in Adelaide before, but something in me already knew she was beautiful,not just on the outside, but deep within.
I arrived late, yet she greeted me with nothing but warmth and grace. She made me feel welcome from the very first second.
Then came the moment I’ll never forget. She walked towards me from the room, and time seemed to slow. It was as if the world had gone silent, leaving only her. Butterflies filled my chest as I watched the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen.
She wasn’t just beautiful she was poetry in motion. Sweet, effortlessly elegant, and undeniably captivating. Every kiss felt like a page from a love story I’d never wanted to end.
I can’t wait until I get to see her again.
