Unfinished love story

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 Unfinished Love Story It began on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that never hints at becoming a memory. She was sitting in a quiet café, It began on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that never hints at becoming a memory. She was sitting in a quiet café, lost in her notebook, and he walked in like a moment out of place. Their eyes met the way small miracles happen—without announcement, without plan. They started talking, first about coffee, then about everything else that mattered and didn’t. There was laughter, long silences that felt safe, and the strange comfort of being understood without trying. He told her about his love for rain; she confessed her fear of goodbyes. They promised not to complicate things. Of course, they did. Love crept in quietly. It lived in the late-night texts, in songs they shared, in the way he looked at her when she wasn’t watching. But life, as always, had other plans. He had to leave—another city, another job, another dream pulling him away. They sai...

love is like a dew


 Love is like a dew, which shrinks and then grows. Love is like dew, Gentle,It falls from above,It sparkles ,In the morning light ,It brings joy and In the darkest of night.Love refreshing shower ,It refreshing the soul,It like the flowers,that bloom in the silent in a lover's room.that can heal the wounds of a heart silently,
It's a reminder of  beauty in life and feelings,It can conquer all battle easily
 
 There is a coolness and comfort in love. 
When both people are with each other and spend time with each other, a sense of satisfaction arises in their hearts.During lovemaking, both individuals make each other feel that they are both in a realm of peace, comfort, and tranquility with each other. The voice of the love-singing instrument, burns the heart with its fire, This fire of love does not allow the heart to remain hungry, t, the voice of the incendiary of love, burns the heart with its own fire. .

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