You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XLVII: Wilted Flower
A Love Written in Waves and Stars | The timeless connection between love and the natural world, where emotions echo the rhythm of the sea and the constancy of the stars.
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A month had passed.
The stars glittered above them, scattered across the velvet night like tiny promises.
The quiet crash of the waves played a soothing melody as Minho sat on the cool sand, his back leaning against a smooth driftwood log.
In his arms, Iris rested, her breathing soft and even, her head tucked under his chin.
The world felt still, as though time had slowed to savor the moment.
With one arm wrapped around her, Minho carefully opened his diary with his free hand.
The moonlight was just enough to illuminate the page, and his pen moved quietly as he wrote, pausing now and then to glance at her peaceful face.
His words spilled onto the page, intimate and unfiltered:
"She carries the night in her eyes, Endless and deep, like a sky full of stars, A depth I'll never fully understand, Yet they pull me, steady and relentless, A tide I never want to escape.
Her laughter is the wind's hymn, Soft, fleeting, yet unforgettable. It drifts through the quiet spaces of my mind, Planting light where shadows once grew.
She walks like the moon's companion, Effortless grace, quiet certainty. Even the stars envy her glow, For she doesn't need to burn to be seen.
Her strength is the kind that whispers, A steady hand in a world of storms. And when she smiles, the night bows, Because nothing else compares.
She is the calm, the chaos, the in-between, A world I long to lose myself in. And here, as the world sleeps around us, She feels like the only truth I've ever known."
