Valentine’s Day
I choose the memory of your hands cupping my face like a prayer. I choose the stories you told, woven into the quiet spaces of my heart. I choose the castles, the palaces, the old stone bridges you never saw, but would have loved.
The collection
moments
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Moments
You carry a sweetness, not heavy, but bright, a smile that seems to dance with every word you speak, bursting with energy, zest for life spilling over like sunlight on a morning field.