Love
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I could love you as no other has, in a way you'll always crave, be the lover of your dreams - just know that I can have my independence too. If I need to walk away, if I ever become less than your romantic love, less than the one you touch with excitement and joy, less than the one who's voice you feel soothed by, the one you long to walk next to, then I will. It feels these days that there are no standards for boyfriends or husbands - anything goes it seems. Not for true lovers though, the poetic kind who love with the soul, for them there are standards. For them there is a bond beyond marriage, beyond mortality, beyond reason. So be my lover for always, be my poem, my heart song, the one I long to touch and keep safe. The one believes in standing together, protecting each other, in the real meaning of love, accepting the costs.
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"What does it mean to love someone who doesn't love you back? To wait, to hope, to wonder if love can change the way the stars align?" This is not just a story,it's a journey. A raw, intimate recollection of love that bloomed in silence, of moments that lingered too long in the spaces between friendship and something more. It's about patience, about the ache of wanting, and the quiet magic of the unexpected. But this isn't a tragedy. This is a love story. A story of persistence, of quiet longing turned into something real;of two souls finding their way to each other against all odds. Some love stories are loud, written in fireworks and grand gestures. This one was whispered..written in stolen glances, unsaid words, and the kind of love that waits. If you've ever loved, lost, or wondered what it means to hold on-this is for you.

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