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Before you, I lived believing that love was merely a conscious choice, a gradual decision of the mind. I never knew that souls could recognize each other in silence—a deep, ancient knowing that required no spoken word. Then you arrived, and suddenly, love wasn't a choice at all; it was gravity.
My heart didn't fall for you in a sudden, brilliant flash of lightning. Instead, I loved you the way the ocean pulls the shore—quietly, endlessly, inevitably, as if it were always meant to be.
You didn't just enter my life; you were the gentle awakening. You breathed life into parts of me I never knew were asleep, touched thoughts I never shared, and began to heal scars I never showed. Loving you doesn't feel like a fleeting chapter; it feels like the entire story—the whole purpose of the book.
This isn't merely a feeling; it's a profound knowing that no matter how far life may scatter us, every path will ultimately lead me back to you. You are not simply the person I want by my side; you are the sacred place where I feel most alive.
When you speak, my dearest, I don't just hear you—I feel you in depths too profound for any language. Perhaps I will never find the perfect sentence to hold this kind of love. But if I could place my heart in your hands and let it speak for itself, it would whisper your name over and over again, as if it was the only language it ever truly knew.
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Before you, I lived believing that love was merely a conscious choice, a gradual decision of the mind. I never knew that souls could recognize each other in silence—a deep, ancient knowing that required no spoken word. Then you arrived, and suddenly, love wasn't a choice at all; it was gravity.
My heart didn't fall for you in a sudden, brilliant flash of lightning. Instead, I loved you the way the ocean pulls the shore—quietly, endlessly, inevitably, as if it were always meant to be.
You didn't just enter my life; you were the gentle awakening. You breathed life into parts of me I never knew were asleep, touched thoughts I never shared, and began to heal scars I never showed. Loving you doesn't feel like a fleeting chapter; it feels like the entire story—the whole purpose of the book.
This isn't merely a feeling; it's a profound knowing that no matter how far life may scatter us, every path will ultimately lead me back to you. You are not simply the person I want by my side; you are the sacred place where I feel most alive.
When you speak, my dearest, I don't just hear you—I feel you in depths too profound for any language. Perhaps I will never find the perfect sentence to hold this kind of love. But if I could place my heart in your hands and let it speak for itself, it would whisper your name over and over again, as if it was the only language it ever truly knew.
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