Ruth: The Prologue

In the quiet solitude of my thoughts, I found an unusual delight in loving someone oblivious to my existence. It was a pleasure that defied the conventional bounds of connection, surpassing the limits of form, substance, and cognition. The question of "How I defined her" remained a nuanced exploration, a constant journey through the corridors of my evolving understanding of love.

Lost in contemplation, I gently closed my eyes, allowing the canvas of my imagination to come alive. A fleeting smile graced my lips, a silent tribute to the vivid images painted by my mind. As my eyes slowly reopened, a sigh escaped, betraying the futile attempt to banish her from my thoughts. She was like a breath of fresh air, akin to the early morning dew—persistent, refreshing, and impossible to shake off.

No matter how diligently I tried to divert my mind, her thoughts persisted, a relentless night train traversing the dark woods of my consciousness, illuminating my entire existence. In loving her, there was an undeniable beauty, a glimmer of hope encapsulated within the vast realm of her profound love.

In her written expressions, she unknowingly wove a tapestry that someone, miles away, fell in love with—the mere possibility of being enamored by her. Unbeknownst to her, I wondered about her identity as well. Her enigmatic persona made frequent appearances in my thoughts, a puzzle unsolved. She remained oblivious to the fact that, in my world, she existed somewhere, buried in the recesses of a bygone time—a mystery of the past.

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