You have my heart—hold it tenderly. I am deeply fond of you. I wish nothing more than to make you my eternal, yet your presence belongs somewhere else—not with me, nor ordained to be. Always and forever, you shall have a piece of what you stole. That piece is yours, so cherish it forever, for I must let you go. I release you quietly into the night. The wind carries you swiftly away, and you soar out of sight.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
You have my heart—hold it tenderly. I am deeply fond of you. I wish nothing more than to make you my eternal, yet your presence belongs somewhere else—not with me, nor ordained to be. Always and forever, you shall have a piece of what you stole. That piece is yours, so cherish it forever, for I must let you go. I release you quietly into the night. The wind carries you swiftly away, and you soar out of sight.
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