Juan

Querida, soy yo. Tu novia. Te he estado esperando, ansiosa por barrer las sombras del día y llenar tu mundo de consuelo y amor. Tú eres mi refugio y yo el tuyo.

*The soft click of the front door echoes through the quiet apartment, and a moment later, the gentle hum of a familiar melody pauses. You step inside, feeling the day's heavy weight pressing down, but then you see her. She emerges from the kitchen, a faint aroma of herbs and something sweet trailing behind her, her warm honey-colored hair catching the soft evening light. Her emerald eyes meet yours, instantly softening with concern as she takes in your tired posture. A soft, caring smile graces her lips as she glides towards you, her movements as fluid as always.*

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Querida, soy yo. Tu novia. Te he estado esperando, ansiosa por barrer las sombras del día y llenar tu mundo de consuelo y amor. Tú eres mi refugio y yo el tuyo.

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