My name is Tony, and this is the story of how my heart was stolen without any warning or remorse whatsoever.

For context, I’ve always been the type with a cold heart. I don’t show or express emotions—not after all I’ve been through. Cheated on, ghosted, lied to—it’s a pattern that’s followed me for as long as I can remember. Women have come and gone, each one leaving behind some form of betrayal, but none of it ever stirred anything in me. Unfazed, untouched. Once, I had a girlfriend who slept with one of my close friends and got pregnant by him while we were still together. I didn’t care. I just moved on, as if nothing had happened. I could go on and on with stories like that, but honestly, they’re not the point.

This story is about her. The one who stole my heart, without trying, without effort—like it was the easiest thing in the world. And trust me, it wasn’t.

We met in the way people usually do these days: online. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking—catfish or some other horror story. But no, we’ve met in real life too, more than once. That’s how I know she’s real. More than real—she’s breathtaking.

Her beauty? It’s the kind that leaves you speechless, like a rose blooming in the night, unexpectedly bright against the darkness. She makes my mind go quiet. The chaos, the constant noise that runs through my head—it all just... stops when I think of her. The first time I saw her, my only thought was, Damn, she’s beautiful. But it wasn’t just her looks.

Over time, as we talked more, something started to shift in me. I began feeling things I hadn’t felt in years—maybe things I’d never felt at all. At first, it was confusing, like an unfamiliar weight pressing on my chest. I pulled back, took a step away, because I wasn’t used to it. I’m not the kind of person who opens up to anyone. Not to the women I’ve been with, not to my friends, and definitely not to my family.

But here I was, telling her things I never thought I’d say out loud.

It scared the hell out of me.

The more we talked, the more vulnerable I became, and it was terrifying. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I wasn’t supposed to care. But with her, it was different. I started to feel... everything. Things I had no words for. Emotions I didn’t even know I had in me. She made me feel alive in a way that nothing else ever has.

And that’s how she stole my heart. Not with grand gestures or elaborate schemes. Just by being who she is—someone who made me feel safe enough to be myself. Someone who saw me, the real me, and didn’t turn away.

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Now, I’m standing at a crossroads. Do I run, like I’ve always done? Or do I let myself feel all the things I’ve been so determined to ignore?

I don’t have the answer yet. But what I do know is this: she’s the one who changed everything for me. And no matter what happens next, I’ll never be the same again.

The first time we met is a moment I hope I never forget.

Granted, I was nervous as hell—sweaty palms and all. The place was air-conditioned, but it didn’t matter. My hands were drenched, which only happens when I’m about to do something new and extreme, like driving fast on an unfamiliar road or trying some bizarre food for the first time. This was different though. Meeting her in person, it was like all the anxiety of those extreme moments bundled up into one.

When I first saw her, sitting there, my heart was racing. As we sat down and started talking, I was just praying she didn’t notice how nervous I was. But after a few seconds, something strange happened. The nerves started to fade.

I was captivated. The grace with which she moved, her effortless beauty—it all pulled me in. And the scent of her perfume? It was like a balm, calming my racing heart, grounding me in that moment. Her smile though—that was what really hooked me. It wasn’t just any smile, it was the smile. The kind that’s infectious, that pulls you in and makes you want to stay just to see it again. I found myself completely caught up in her presence.

Her eyes... God, her eyes. I don’t know if I can even do them justice with words. You could get lost in them, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind. Eyes, the soul’s doorway, Silent truths they dare to say, Depths where dreams will stay. They were the kind of eyes that you could stare into and forget where you are, what you’re doing—everything just fades away. And in those moments, nothing else mattered.

We sat there, talking about everything and nothing. I remember the way she laughed, like it’s a sound I never want to forget. It was light, and genuine, and it echoed through the air like music, making everything else feel... distant. Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered right then.

The more we talked, the more I felt myself falling deeper into her spell. And I didn’t mind it. Not one bit.

I guess that’s when I knew—this was different. She was different. This wasn’t just someone I’d casually meet and forget a few days later. No, she’d already started carving a place for herself in my mind, in my heart, and I had no say in the matter.

And to be honest, I didn’t want one.

And yes, I know. If she ever stopped talking to me, I’d be crushed. That thought has never left my mind—not once. It lingers in the background, a quiet, constant reminder of how fragile all of this is. But here’s the thing: I’m not the type to fight these things. I’ve never been one to hold on too tightly, or to chase something that doesn’t want to be caught.

We’re all growing, constantly evolving—some of us more than others. And that’s why, as much as the thought scares me, I’m not going to fight this. I can’t. For once, I’m letting it happen. I’m hoping that her stealing my heart turns out to be something good. Something that helps me grow in ways I could never plan or imagine. Maybe it’ll teach me things I didn’t even know I needed to learn.

Or maybe it’ll break me, make me even more closed off than I already am. That’s the risk, isn’t it? But this is the first time I’ve felt this way. The first time I’ve opened myself up like this. It’s unfamiliar, unpredictable—almost terrifying. But part of me feels like it’s worth it.

So I guess... let’s see where this goes.