You stood at the window, your skin bleached by the pale light of the distant moon. Shadows hugging every outline of your body, creating a perfect silhouette. I watched you then, my dark eyes gazing down the soft curves of your spine. Milky wisps of hair  fell silently over your shoulders, swaying languidly in the soft breeze.

You looked positively angelic. I had always thought so, but at this moment your heavenly aura glittered in the moonlight like nothing I had seen before.