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He asked me the words he was afraid to ask before. "Ana, what am I to you?" I stood silently and stared at his eyes. It was warm, innocent and seemed to plead for me to say the truth. I told him the words I had hidden in my heart. A familiar feeling runs into my veins that makes me shaken. "The word lover is too boring, that I couldn't find it suitable for our relationship". He held my hand and put it on his face. He kissed my wrist and looked me closely in my eyes. I took a deep breath and told him, "You are the fate, that makes me catch my breath. A destiny that is written but not forced, even though I had a choice to let go, you are the one who makes me feel my heartbeat. My love, my fate and my iris".
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
IRIS
He asked me the words he was afraid to ask before. "Ana, what am I to you?" I stood silently and stared at his eyes. It was warm, innocent and seemed to plead for me to say the truth. I told him the words I had hidden in my heart. A familiar feeling runs into my veins that makes me shaken. "The word lover is too boring, that I couldn't find it suitable for our relationship". He held my hand and put it on his face. He kissed my wrist and looked me closely in my eyes. I took a deep breath and told him, "You are the fate, that makes me catch my breath. A destiny that is written but not forced, even though I had a choice to let go, you are the one who makes me feel my heartbeat. My love, my fate and my iris".
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Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
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