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Their love was a storm-fierce, unpredictable, breathtaking.
One moment, they were wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace, hearts beating in perfect harmony. The next, distance stretched between them like an ocean too vast to cross.
Every goodbye felt like the last, yet fate always found a way to entwine their souls once more.
It was poetry written in stolen glances, in whispered apologies, in the quiet ache of longing.
No matter how many times they walked away, the universe conspired to pull them back, as if they were two halves of the same story-unfinished, but infinite.