p.s. ily

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It’s important to note that I don’t love you because of your looks or lifestyle—I love you simply because I want to.

I love you like the sea loves the shore, always returning, not because it must, but because it chooses to. I love you like the wind that carries the scent of wildflowers in spring, without reason, without hesitation, simply because it wants to. 

There’s no logic or explanation, no beauty to measure, no actions to justify. I love you because, in this vast and unpredictable world, my heart has decided you are home, and that choice is enough.

P.s. I love you


Regards,

Nab♥️

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