𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶~

🐾

She treads down the old path like she usually did. The scrunching of autumn leaves beneath her feet being her only companion in her pitch-black night. But today was different. She met him.

He was the one who lit up the gloom of a heart's lantern.

He was the one who occupied the cellarage of her emotions.

He was the one who conjoined the shards of her broken self.

The charisma he beheld, the love and affection he portrayed, all made her crazy.

The chivalry she felt every man needs to possess, was something excruciating.

The way she wanted every man to look at his woman, he had it all.

She was rendered speechless with the grace the entity had to exhibit.

🏵🏵🏵

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