Two souls adrift in a vast, endless sky, found each other — not by eyes, nor by hands, but by the thrum of unseen heartbeats, calling out across the quiet.
They met in spaces words couldn't reach, in glances too soft for the world to notice, in silences that bloomed into something louder than any spoken vow.
No need for touch — their nearness was already a collision, a wildfire stitched into the air between them, a gravity only they could feel.
Even the stillness was alive, each heartbeat brushing against the other, each breath a whispered confession: I am yours. You are mine.
And so they lived, skin to soul, pulse to pulse, where even silence was nothing but a kiss.
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the words that comes from heart r made of gold .. thank u for ur wonderful post
Your words always find their way to my heart. Thank you for making my world shine brighter.