Like a lost bird finding a new nest, I stumbled upon him during the darkest phase of my life. He was once a stranger, who he became my sanctuary. The love I felt for him transformed me completely. Suddenly, all I yearned for was companionship, a sense of belonging, love, and care—things I never paid much attention to before our encounter. My aspirations of growth, success, and material pleasures began to pale in comparison to the warmth and comfort he offered. I never expected that someone would whisper in my ear, assuring me, "You are not alone. I am your home. No matter the weather outside, you will always find love and solace here." For the first time, I discovered my capacity to love unconditionally. Every time I caught sight of him, butterflies danced in my stomach, a feeling so enchanting and unfamiliar to me. I became a hopeless romantic, showering him with surprises that made his cheeks flush with blush. He was speechless, witnessing a side of me he had never imagined could exist. But alas, this is not a fairytale romance.
And then...
A tempest tore my home away from me. It took me a while to grasp the reality—I was left homeless. I wept and screamed, desperately pleading, "Please don't take my home away!" Yet, it is a formidable battle to defy one's destiny.
I remained there, gazing into the void, hoping to witness my home being reclaimed once more.
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