I fell in love with a woman who mirrored the quiet corners of my soul. My thoughts found refuge in hers, and my life unfolded beneath her gentle gaze. At the feet of my own resistance, love waited patiently.
To abandon such love was never my intention. Instead, I wrestled with the burden of how to cherish it while fearing the truths that might wound it. She was an inquisitive bird, forever seeking the hidden song within me, yet I denied her thirst, guarding the parts of myself I was not yet ready to reveal.
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