I still remember the first time I looked at you and felt time slow down. It wasn’t just your eyes or your smile—it was the way your presence felt like home. In a world full of noise, your silence spoke to me. And in that silence, I found peace, comfort… and love.
You taught me that love isn’t always loud. It’s in the small things:
—The way you held my hand when I didn’t ask.
—The way you listened when my heart was too tired to speak.
—The way you made ordinary moments feel like eternity.
With you, even the rain feels romantic. Every coffee shared, every late-night conversation, every stolen glance—each one is a thread in the story we’re weaving together.
I don’t need a perfect love story; I just want ours. The kind where we grow slowly, deeply, honestly. The kind where I’m not afraid to fall, because I know you’ll catch me.
You are my calm in chaos. My light in the dark. And in the silence between our hearts, I’ve found everything I was searching forpy couple making out kissing.
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