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“Maybe you’re right. I mean…how could I have known he was lying? Not like I know what it’s like to be loved. Nobody ever loved me,” he said, refusing to allow himself to cry. [...] "You do know what love looks like, darling,” Darian said, brushing a tear away from his lashes with his thumb. “It’s drawing hearts with flowers in a bathtub. It’s pretending you like oatmeal because the other person can’t eat anything else for a couple of weeks. It’s allowing someone to move everything in your greenhouse around just to see them smile proudly at the good job they’d done. It’s taking care of each other, spending time together, wanting to be with someone forever. You do know what it’s like to be loved, Tate, because I love you.”

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Heartwood

Heartwood is a literary work that delves into the intricate relationship between individuals and the natural world, offering a rich tapestry of prose that reflects on the profound impact of the environment on human emotions and experiences. more

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