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He wanted no one else. He steeled his heart. Time flows slowly. He was destroyed. He rebuilt himself only on the memory of her love. The sand of the hour glass never stops falling... He discovered the breadcrumbs she left for him. There is no doubt in his mind that she's calling for him. Will he answer her call? Or is he too far gone? Seasons flow past so peacefully. Time unravels... He worries that the steel that hardened his heart is now preventing her call from stirring their fire. The fire has grown cold. He wants to storm the castle, and claim the Goddess. The Goddess with long black hair and deep brown eyes. How many months

Love is like fire, both beautiful and terribly destructive. Love is Greek fire, it burns hotter when your enemy tries to douse it. But love is a fire that requires careful tending and patience. Love is the fire that needs air to breathe, but a responsible hand to guide it. And with just a splash of fuel, love is the fire that bursts out in gorgeous chaos, and nobody can deny the attraction to such a flame. Love is hot, don't make the mistake I did. Don't let the coals grow chilly in this winter weather.