A tale to tell of a remarkable love—intense, buried beneath a hidden summer snow. Slowly, and almost against my will, a secret longing began to grow. It was for a woman I never touched.
I feared I had imagined her into the depths of my own unrest, believing she could never love me despite all that I carried for her within my heart. Gently, I moved through the temptation, unaware of where it might lead if allowed to take its course.
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