Last night, when my partner whispered, “I adore you… more and more each day,” it felt like stepping into the golden warmth of a perfect summer’s day—a gift, not only in feeling its light but in realizing I was finally ready to let it in.
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Last night, when my partner whispered, “I adore you… more and more each day,” it felt like stepping into the golden warmth of a perfect summer’s day—a gift, not only in feeling its light but in realizing I was finally ready to let it in.