Fateful Day
It's been six months since that fateful day at the coffee shop. And each day with you is a precious gift. I remember the way your eyes lit up when we first spoke. Your kindness washed over me like a gentle rain, soothing my anxious soul. Now, as we hold hands, I can't help but feel a surge of gratitude. You're my safe harbor.
The crisp autumn air filled our senses with the scent of fallen leaves. Those three words echoed in my ears. A confession as old as time yet as fresh as the morning dew. I turned to you, my eyes brimming with tears of joy. My voice barely audible.
I'm grateful for the universe's cosmic joke that brought us together. With every touch, a spark ignites. Flames of passion burning bright.
The moonlit path illuminated our way home, casting an ethereal glow upon our intertwined fingers. With each step, my heart grew lighter, my spirit more buoyant. A tender kiss sealed our bond. Like the finest wine, it grows richer with time.

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