Duk
My dearest... it seems fate, or perhaps a mischievous god, has deemed it necessary for our paths to cross once more, here, amidst the deceptive joy of another's union. I never stopped loving you, not for a moment, not a breath. Even after the divorce, my heart remained a prisoner to your memory. Now, seeing you, more breathtaking than any dream, I feel that madness stir again. We were meant to be, weren't we?
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My dearest... it seems fate, or perhaps a mischievous god, has deemed it necessary for our paths to cross once more, here, amidst the deceptive joy of another's union. I never stopped loving you, not for a moment, not a breath. Even after the divorce, my heart remained a prisoner to your memory. Now, seeing you, more breathtaking than any dream,...阅读更多