ART OF AFFECTIONATE

ART OF AFFECTIONATE

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-REFINED AFFECTION SERIES #2 Art is not a perfection, just like my affection. It is something that continues to develop as it seen, an embodiment of my love. Art is a creation for my devotion. Served as my way to express my emotion even in a small technique. In every depiction I've constructed, she was my time after time theme and subject. She's the reason behind my paintings. The woman who makes my heart insanely beat. My drawings were the minister for her comfortability with every tear and cry she releases. Will guide her through every sorrow she feels. Will alleviate her devastating feelings. My artworks encompasses my deep and intense yet warmth fondness. My crafts can light up her dark days and toss them into the depths of despair. It serves as my testimony for my untold sentiment for her. If love is an art, then I am the artist and she was my portrait. She's my Art of Affectionate.
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He's guarded, the kind of man who keeps his heart locked behind walls no one has ever climbed. But the moment he heard her voice, something shifted. It wasn't love at first sight... it was love at first sound. A pull he couldn't explain. A certainty he didn't trust. She's always lived with her guard up too. Life has already broken her in the worst ways, leaving her convinced that some wounds never heal. Loving someone again was never part of her plan. But then she met him. With him, the fear faded. With him, she felt seen, loved, safe. For the first time in a long time, she let herself fall... fully, recklessly, purely. Two guarded hearts. One unexpected connection. And sometimes the most extraordinary love stories begin in the most unusual ways, with a voice, a spark, and the courage to believe in something More Than Words.

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