In stillness, I drift through the tender glow of our entwined moments. Each memory softly echoes your essence, nurturing a deep, aching longing within me. Yet on some days, I embrace the truth that I am worthy of more.

In stillness, I drift through the tender glow of our entwined moments. Each memory softly echoes your essence, nurturing a deep, aching longing within me. Yet on some days, I embrace the truth that I am worthy of more.
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