" Do..n't... come.. to..me..mee ...." --- with closed eyes She said with her horrified trembling voice .
" Blossom , listen to me Blossom , it's just a nightmare..... Open your eyes and try to come out of it . " --- embraceing her in his arms he...
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As I posed the question to him, he turned his gaze toward me, his expression neutral. Twirling the red Sacred thread between my fingers, a flicker of apprehension stirred within me. I feared my inquiry might cause him discomfort or offense.
Yet, just as I prepared to speak, he bestowed upon me a smile so tender, so utterly loving, that my heart skipped a beat in response.
After a moment of silence , with a beautiful smile gracing his lips and adoration shining in his eyes he replied ,
" You know , Love is like a dried flowers sometimes even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour , you cannot help treasuring them .
Like the way I wants to treasure you in every possible way BLOSSOM 🌸 .
And for me LOVE means only YOU . "
I listened patiently to every word he uttered, each syllable feeling like a heavy burden upon my chest, making it difficult to breathe. How could someone love so deeply after just one meeting and a few conversations? It seemed too surreal to be my reality.
