“Despite the prognosis, he was falling deeper in love with her, and could do nothing to stop this. He loved her desperately now. He loved her like a mass of people loved a prophet. He hoped she would speak some sense today. He would melt if she smiled. These were the flashes of life. He wished he could catch them in jars and keep them for lights.” I am CRYING.
— Aug 31, 2026 02:42PM
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