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deep in there, there's a seed... the gardener won't plant it, for it's too precious to let grow into the beauty of what it can be... seeds can live as they are, but plants will die without care... the gardener fears losing the seed to moments of beauty-- what if he can't fully tend to what grows? but that little seed wants to know what she can be, in this world full of plants and weeds; she wants to show the gardener the magic of letting nature flourish as it's meant to be. and the care will happen naturally between him and she.
THE END.
if the door ever opens, i can promise you one thing.... you'll never be bored (also if we removed physical boundaries, we would never stop touching each other, that could be fun)
and if you changed your behavior with your "romantic partner" when i was around (added more distance between you two, less "intimate dancing", not dancing with her, not leaving with her), then who was/is your real "romantic partner"? just a thought, just a thought.
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