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They first crossed paths at her school carols - just two faces in the crowd, never imagining that one day they would be more than that. What began as a passing moment soon grew into something unexpected, a bond neither of them thought possible.

Through laughter, stolen moments, and the kind of conversations that linger long after midnight, their connection deepened into something rare - something real.

But love is never just about the sweet parts. It is about the silence between words, the choices no one sees, and the weight of feelings that can't be explained....All Rights Reserved

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Written in the Margins

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