Why Am I So Happy

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The morning sun spilled through the window, casting a soft, golden glow across the room where Fer stood, her simple silk robe hinting at the graceful curves beneath. A gentle, knowing smile played on her lips as she watched Junior, his eyes filled with a profound and tender adoration, slowly tie the sash for her. His fingers trembled slightly against the delicate fabric, a silent testament to the overwhelming emotion swelling within his chest. She leaned into his touch, her cheek brushing his shoulder, absorbing the quiet strength of his devotion. The air itself seemed to hum with a shared, unspoken understanding, a complex tapestry of love and liberation that bound them together. In his gaze, she saw not jealousy, but a pure, almost reverent joy for her own radiant happiness. This moment, so simple and so intimate, felt more profound than any grand declaration could ever be. Her heart felt both incredibly light and impossibly full, beating in a rhythm that sang of acceptance and boundless affection. He saw her completely, loved her unconditionally, and in that sacred space, she felt utterly and beautifully free. This was the source of her inexplicable joy, a perfect, silent symphony composed just for them.