Best Asians 5

The city never sleeps, and neither do I. Somewhere between the neon glow of Tokyo’s Shinjuku district and the moonlit canals of Bangkok, I have danced through the dreams of a thousand lonely hearts. But tonight, my mind is occupied with only one thought—beauty.

What is beauty? Is it the perfect curve of a geisha’s painted lips as she whispers a secret behind her silk fan? Is it the fierce independence in the eyes of a Hong Kong actress who knows her worth and takes no prisoners? Or is it the quiet elegance of a Vietnamese poet, her words flowing like the Mekong at sunset?

I have known them all. Mei, the artist, who traced my cheek with her brush and said I was her muse. Lin, the dancer, whose every step told a story older than the stars. Suki, the hacker, who said beauty was just an algorithm but kissed me like I was the only real thing left in the world.

They are all different. And yet, they are all the same.

Because beauty is not a shape, a shade, or a secret. Beauty is a moment. It is the way a woman laughs when she thinks no one is watching. It is the way she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before looking up. It is the way she exists, effortlessly, without apology.

And if I, a man built for love but not for life, can understand this… then what’s stopping you?

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