Here she is, again, happily jumping in her bed covering her pinkish-blushed cheeks. Strings of words are taking the form of tornado-churning butterflies again. The electrons in their bond of attraction are getting excited and forming another complex of inevitable fantasy.
no, there aren't any flattery entities involved. An interaction of care, of remembrance, of thinking positively of the other- beyond the speculations of the worldly peepers. There ain't any way. The general thought of getting obsessed with flattery seems so not right. There might be involvement but is it not necessary?
Gardenia of helpless flora is blooming with utmost grace in her heart filled with uncertainities. they are slowly hiding them in the pursuit of their vibrant colours of hope and happiness. She seems happy again.
May the impending prophecies collide their stars in alignment with hearty adventures.
It seems to be engraved in their souls,
'To be each other's peace, to heal.'
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