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rs that makes my heart skip. And when she leaves, it feels like the air changes; as though I'm no longer able to breathe the same oxygen as her. It's strange, this sensation I'm experienci

and her ideas for the bookstore are fresh and inspiring. But it's more than that. It's as if there's a quiet energy about her, something magnetic that draws me in ev

pped me back to reality, her eyes s

eeling a bit disoriented

ked, eyebrows raise

bled, quickly changing the su

d, her smile making ev

ross from each other. The comfortable quiet b

something abo

aking her even more beautiful in the moment. I noticed a bit of rice cau

ld went

ust happened? She coughed, her cheeks t

ht there, and I instinctively-" I stamm

oice soft, a half-smile play

alpable. My heart was still racing. She must thin

in taking time to relax and enjoy life. I'm passionate about books and music, and I try to keep a balance between my

ound that could fill an

e teased, her laughter ringing i

believe in kindness a

Y projects," she said, her fac

d. We continued eating in a comfortable silence for

ventured, "have you had a chanc

ghtful. "Beaches get lonely when you ha

moment. "Do you want to go this weekend? With me

her smile widening

rough me. So this is what it feels like to

ill of knowing that something specia