A timeless etching, hewn into the tree with my jackknife, on a day of perfection. Even the birds were singing. Beginning hesitatingly as our first encounter, a possible dip into romance, expecting nothing and wanting everything.

Hours of lonely contemplation, pondering over books of poetry, novels of great lovers, and dreaming in darkness of a world I wished to know. I let my imagination believe I could be one of these characters, live the life of a great lover, and only needed to find that special one.

Then it happened, two hearts meeting and carved into one, the longed-for attained.


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