The Man I love

and I was looking forward to a relaxing day at the beach with my best friend, Rachel. We had planned this getaway for weeks, and I couldn't wait to soak up the sun, read a g

he social butterfly that she is, immediately welcomed him to our little beach party. I, on the other hand, was still trying to process the sudden arrival of this handsome stranger. As we introduced ourselves, I learned that his name was Alexander, and he was visiting from out of town. We chatted for a bit, exchanging stories and laughter, and before I knew it, the hours had flown by. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the beach, Alexander suggested we grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant. Rachel, being the perfect wing-woman, excused herself, claiming she needed to make a phone call. As we walked to the restaurant, the evening air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore. It was as if the universe