In the garden of yesterday, where lilies bow in the twilight's embrace, we danced upon the cobblestones of time. Each step, a brushstroke upon the canvas of the cosmos; each glance, a mirror reflecting the depths of our souls, entwined like the ivy that wraps tenderly around the ancient columns.
Do you remember, beneath the canopy of stars that night, how the universe whispered secrets only our hearts could decipher? The air was laden with the scent of jasmine, each breath a reminder of love's ephemeral sweetness. And in that sacred space, we found eternity in a fleeting moment, a déjà vu of a life lived in parallel dreams.
Time, in its infinite jest, doodles in the margins of our lives, sketching patterns that echo through the corridors of memory. Each line, a promise; each shadow, a sigh. Are these moments ours to hold, or mere reflections in a lover's gaze?
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Should the heart ever wish to wander, may it always find its way back to the constellation of your embrace.