Before her departure, the girl sat teary-eyed upon her windowsill, peering about above the newly found landscape of grass and tweeting birds. She ever so wished that she could smile, as her favourite season was upon the land, yet sorrow plagued her senses. Visions of her travel clouded her mind, a curse befalling her eyes. Shrill metallic noises flooded her ears, the sound of aluminum tearing apart amongst the screams of the masses caused the tears situated within her sockets to have a torrential downpour. She could smell the smoke of the eternal flames, scorching through her epidermis, finally reaching her interior, where her heart still held a temperature higher than that of the sun. Her heart remained untouched by the disastrous flight, her hands shakily gripping a partially-singed note. She unfolded the note, distancing herself from the nightmarish flight trance, her eyes focusing upon the fully intact note. It read, I love you to the stars and back. She giggled and flailed her arms, her face still puffy from her tears. Without hesitation, although her partner was not present, she uttered,
"I love you. You mean everything and more to me, you are my world."
She was in love, and she thoroughly relished such a realisation.
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Blended Hearts
RomanceAcclimating to her new situation, her first genuine smile grows gargantuan. Is this love? PAR DIEGO, POUR BLENDER. This is hilariously mushy. I never write like this, but it is a gift packaged in the art-form of the conveyance of language. Happy Bir...