Longing For Her Fantasy Date
At nineteen, Liora spent more nights than she admitted wandering the old forest path behind her grandmother’s house, letting her imagination fill the shadows with possibility. She wasn’t looking for a prince — she wanted something wilder, something that felt like it slipped between dreams and reality. Someone who understood the quiet ache she carried, the longing for a world bigger and more magical than the one she woke up to each morning.Her fantasy date always began the same way: a warm twilight breeze carrying the scent of cedar and moonlit rain, and a figure waiting where the trees thinned into a clearing. Cloaked in silver-blue light, they would offer a hand — not demanding, just inviting. Their voice would be soft, steady, speaking her name as if they had known it long before she ever whispered it aloud. Liora imagined walking with them beneath the glowing canopy, fireflies drifting like tiny stars pulled down to earth.There would be no grand declarations, no sweeping gestures. Just the quiet closeness of two souls drawn together by something old and gentle. They would talk until the moon settled low, trading secrets, sharing small laughs, discovering each other in the hush of the enchanted night. And when they parted, her heart would feel full — not because she’d found love, but because she had finally met someone who existed in the same magic-tinted world she dreamed of.