The first time Mike saw Y/N, the entire world seemed to shift on its axis. It was a crowded coffee shop, the aroma of roasted beans and sugar swirling in the air, the chatter of patrons a soothing background hum. He was there for a meeting, the usual pre-dawn grind, but his eyes, drawn by an invisible force, landed on her.
She was reading, a worn paperback cradled in her hands, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her hair, the colour of burnished copper, cascaded down her back like a living waterfall. A single ray of sunlight, slipping through the window, illuminated her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheekbones and the soft smile playing on her lips. It was a smile that promised warmth, a smile that hinted at a world where laughter danced with tears and dreams soared like kites on a summer breeze.
And in that moment, a single thought echoed through Mike's mind, clear and unwavering: I will give you the stars out of the sky.
He didn't know why, he didn't know how, but the feeling was as undeniable as the pull of gravity. He was captivated, mesmerised. He wanted to know her, to feel the warmth of her smile, to hear the melody of her laughter.
He found himself drawn to her again and again, visiting the coffee shop at the same time each day, hoping for a glimpse of her. He started bringing a book, pretending to read, but his eyes always wandered to her, drinking in every subtle movement, every fleeting expression. He watched her laugh with her friends, saw her eyes light up as she spoke passionately about some obscure book, heard the gentle lilt of her voice as she ordered her coffee. He was in love, a love born out of a single, fleeting glance, a love that blossomed in the quiet corners of his heart, a love that whispered promises of forever in the silence of his soul.
One day, he gathered his courage and approached her. He introduced himself, his voice a bit shaky, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. She looked up, her eyes the colour of the morning sky, and a genuine smile spread across her face. They talked for hours, her voice flowing like a gentle stream, her laughter like the tinkling of bells. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation a kaleidoscope of shared dreams, hopes, and fears.
As the hours melted away, he found himself falling deeper, his heart a captive to the magic of her presence. He realised then that the stars he promised her were not the ones in the sky, but the stars that shone in her eyes, the stars that illuminated her soul, the stars that made her unique, that made her beautiful, that made her her.
He learned she was an artist, a painter who captured the world on canvas, her brushstrokes a symphony of emotions. He learned she was a dreamer, a believer in the impossible, a seeker of beauty in the mundane. He learned she was kind, compassionate, and fiercely independent.
And he knew, with an unwavering certainty, that he had found his home, his haven, his forever.
He began to show her the stars, not literally but metaphorically. He took her to art galleries, introducing her to the masters and the rising stars, sharing his passion for the beauty he saw in their creations. He took her to concerts, letting the music wash over them, filling their hearts with a symphony of sound and emotion. He took her on road trips, driving through the countryside, stopping at quaint cafes, exploring hidden waterfalls, and watching the sunrise paint the sky with vibrant hues.
He filled her world with colour, with laughter, with music, with dreams. He showed her the beauty in the ordinary, the magic in the mundane, the wonder in the world. He was the one who truly understood her, who saw the light that shone within, the fire that burned in her soul.
One starry night, they were sitting on a hilltop, the city lights twinkling beneath them like scattered diamonds. He took her hand, his thumb stroking the delicate lines of her palm.
'Remember the day I saw you in the coffee shop?' he asked, his voice soft, a whisper against the night.
She nodded, a smile gracing her lips.
'I knew then,' he continued, 'that I would give you the stars out of the sky.'
'You already have,' she said, her voice a gentle melody. 'You gave me the stars that shine in my heart, the stars that light up my world, the stars that make me believe in forever.'
He leaned in, his gaze unwavering, his heart overflowing with love. 'And I will continue to give you those stars, Y/N,' he promised, his voice thick with emotion. 'Every day, for the rest of our lives.'
He kissed her then, a kiss that spoke of promises, of forever, of a love that had blossomed in the heart of a crowded coffee shop and would last long after the stars faded from the sky.
