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Good Times - 15. Chapter 15
Love Runs Wild
Love is like running downhill with no control— feet flying, heart stumbling, gravity choosing the path before you do.
It isn’t a whisper hiding in the dark, afraid of its own echo. It’s louder, braver, a pulse that refuses to quiet.
Love is more than a kiss— it’s the steady hand that finds you when the world tilts, the warmth that gathers your broken pieces and tells them they are still whole.
Love takes away my pain, not by erasing it, but by standing with me until the hurt forgets my name.
Love in the Last Light
The sunset leans low on the edge of the sky, Painting the world in a whisper of gold. Your hand finds mine, and suddenly time Feels softer, slower, easy to hold. Love glows brightest in moments like this— Quiet light, a warm breath, a lingering kiss.
The breeze carries stories the daylight forgot, Soft secrets woven in lavender air. We stand in the hush where the world grows still, Wrapped in a calm only lovers can share. Every color fading into the night Feels like a promise we’ll keep in the light.
And as the last ember slips under the blue, I see tomorrow reflected in you— A future unfolding in gentle hues, A life painted warm in the love that we choose.
Come Back to Me
My long‑lost love, I have missed you so— Where have you gone, where did the seasons take you?
I search the quiet corners of my days For the echo of your voice, For the warmth you once left in my hands.
My long‑lost love, I have missed you so… The nights grow heavier without your name,
And even the moon seems dimmer For want of your light.
My long‑lost love, come back to me.
Return like dawn after a sleepless night, Like a soft wind carrying the scent of home.
Come back to the place where my heart Still waits, still hopes, Still remembers you.
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