The Forest Held Me Close That Evening





Lover, the forest held me close that evening. The blushing bride descended below the treeline, painting the sky with hues of apricot and amethyst. We lay on the old picnic blanket, feeling the cool grass beneath me and the warmth of the setting sun on my face. The scent of pine needles and damp earth filling the air. It's so intoxicating and sweet.

I'm in bliss.

Then you reached for my hand. Your fingers intertwined with mine. Your gaze fixed on my face. And I couldn't help but smile. The corners of my eyes were crinkling. You said you wished we could stay like this forever. Oh, my heart swelled.

We didn't say much after that. Just breathing it all in. I closed my eyes and listened to the rustling leaves and the distant hooting of an owl. Time seemed to slow down, suspended in a timeless bubble of contentment. This feels absolutely perfect. All our worries seem to melt away. Here, in this sanctuary, there was only the present moment to be cherished and savored.

A million tiny diamonds scattered across the velvet sky. They twinkled down upon us. I realized right then that this is all I've ever wanted. Simple moments like these with you.

Lover, the twilight forest cradled me in its depths that night. And the tension within me softened and flowed away like honey in warm sunlight, leaving behind a stillness so deep.

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