🥹 𝘪𝘯 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.
🥹🐈⬛ 🥹 such was 𝒔𝒉𝒆, my love taciturn. she was beautiful like a misty evening in a festive moment, and her hair was like a 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 that had just ripened. I 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 every breath of hers, she was something 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.
🥹🐈⬛ 🥹 such was 𝒔𝒉𝒆, my love taciturn. she was beautiful like a misty evening in a festive moment, and her hair was like a 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 that had just ripened. I 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 every breath of hers, she was something 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.
— 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 🖤