-Tell me your story, he said while walking her home. I want to know what life took you through, before it lead you to me…
She smiled, and instantly blushed, touched by his sudden request.
-Will you hold my hand during the rough parts…?
She shyly looked up to him, meeting his warm gaze,
-Only if you let me hold it through the sweet ones…
Cyranny's Cove 
Aww! Love this! 😉
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🙂 🙂 🙂 Glad you do! I hope you are having a great Thursday xx
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Makes you giggle a bit haha
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hehehe That’s the beauty of words… They provoke all kinds of reactions 🙂 Thanks for your visit!!
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Awww this is so beautiful 😍
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Thank you Sophia 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed your reading! I hope to see you again soon… xx
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I’m glad it’s not my life story. That is like a running river with too many shallow parts, where the stones cut your feet. The fish also bite your toes, and to top it all off, the whole story is a lie, anyway!
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LOL, I can understand… That’s pretty much the fate of all story tellers. Lies, lies, lies… Pretty little lies…
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