Her Deep Love

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lier, and the streets still glistened, reflecting the soft lights like stars had fallen to the ground. Marshall pi

hair down, a soft curl resting against her cheek. Marshall couldn't

uiet," Rose teased, nudgi

, his hand resting over hers. He

each other, the corner café where their conversations had stretched for hours, and the park bench where he once told her she m

lakeside restaurant, Marshall turned off the engine

her head, am

t is meant to be fe

another word. He stepped out, walked around, and opened her door, guiding her

kle of the lake, the soft whisper of leaves dancing in the breeze-and s

ll whispered.

red open-and he

yed above, casting soft golden light, and flower petals lined the pathway like a storybook dream. A small quartet played in

barely finding her voice.

lled out her chair and s

d with her favorite flavors, laughter that echoed like music, and stories that wrapped

hed because neither could eat from the n

d him, hear

eached for her hand, and

A little warmer. You taught me that love isn't loud-it's the quiet certainty in your hand next to mine. It'

freely down

every night I realized I didn't want to face a single day without yo

was delicate, a single diamond set in a band o

u marry

arely breathe. She dropped to her knees t

d into his ear. "A

a secret. Around them, time slowed. Nothing else existe