Love Story on Manning Road

On a Monday morning,

our eyes met—an accident,

a collision of fate.

The next day,

we returned to the same place,

drawn like tides to the shore.

Then, we decided

to walk together.

My heart swelled,

pulsed wild in my chest

beneath the hum of the streetlights.

Over coffee, we unraveled

stories, laughter, silent pauses.

And at home,

even in dreams,

you lingered—

a sweet, unshakable shadow.

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