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“I look at you and see a life we’ve yet to build,
a love that feels inevitable, waiting to unfold. I look at your face and ache to make you smile,
to be the reason your eyes shine just a little brighter. I look at you and want to lift you higher,
to be the arms that catch you, the voice that fuels you. I look at you and dream of a future—our future,
where your children are mine, and mine are yours. I look at you and feel invincible,
as if with you beside me, there’s nothing I can’t conquer. I look at you and hesitate, unsure how to begin,
my heart racing over a name I don’t even know. I look at you as you walk past me,
our silent moment stretching between sips of coffee. I look at you as you turn, as you smile—
and then I look at you drive away with another woman,
because in the end, we are just strangers at the coffee shop.”

“I choose not to hurt because I wouldn't hurt myself. I choose to love you more because I love myself so much more. I choose to treat, respect and honor you as the King that you're because I treat, respect and honor myself as the Queen that I am. Don't be confused by this. I choose to be good to you because I'm good to myself.”

“I walked into his hotel room,
a knowing smile dancing on my lips.
He met me with a touch—soft, certain—
slipping my jacket from my shoulders,
leaving only lace and longing between us. His kiss met mine, deep and unhurried,
a taste I still savor when I close my eyes.
His hands, his mouth, tracing fire along my skin,
pulling me into him, onto him,
until there was no space left, only us. He kissed me like he missed me,
like he had dreamed of this moment as much as I had.
And when he went lower,
my body arched into bliss,
his name barely a whisper, lost in pleasure. Then my lips found him,
and the way he moaned—
God, I wanted to hear that sound forever.
He stretched me, filled me,
pain and pleasure tangled in the most beautiful way. We moved, we melted,
his kisses marking me in ways I’d never let fade.
And when I lay against his chest,
breathless, spent,
I knew—no other man would ever do. I went home, but something stayed behind,
a part of me woven into him.
And I won’t let another touch me,
because I refuse to erase the memory of being his.”

“I look at you as you walk in,
another morning, another cup of coffee,
unaware that my world tilts each time you appear. I look at you as you glide past me,
effortless, confident, collecting your order,
but today—today, you turn and smile. I look at you walking toward me,
your presence close enough to steal my breath.
My lips tremble, yet no words escape. I look at you as you ask for my name,
but all I can do is stare, trapped in the moment,
until finally, I whisper—"I’m Marion." I look at you as your smile deepens,
as your lips part to reveal your own name—
but then, she appears. I look at you as your eyes flicker toward her,
the same woman from that day, stepping from your car. My heart clenches—until you turn back and say, “Marion, this is Laura, my sister. We just moved here.” I exhale, a quiet laugh escaping as I meet her eyes.
“Hi, Laura.” I look at you with boldness, a spark of mischief.
"Are you single?" I ask, my voice steady now. I look at you as you grin, as you nod.
"Yes, I am." And suddenly, the future rushes back,
crystal clear, waiting for us to begin.”