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You are the silence between two breaths,
the place where my heart finds peace. You are the song I carried in my soul without knowing I already knew it. Your hands built a home where there was only ruin. Your gaze lights up my sky, turning darkness into stars, and every word you speak is a flame guiding my steps forward. With you, love is no longer just a dream. It’s the morning that warms my skin, the laughter flowing through my veins, the time that doesn’t hurry, because it knows we are eternal. You are the beginning and the end, but also everything that matters in between. And even if the world tried to lose us, we would always find each other, because in you, I found everything I didn’t know I needed.
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