Love wins.

With hesitation and surprising strength, honeybee moved closer and clutched his right hand. She whispered, a faint crackle colors her normally confident tone, “I’m afraid of being the only crazy in love one.”

His eyes smiled and heart opened. He then simply and without a verbal response created a cwtch by linking both of her hands in his and allowing the fear to drain from her body.

His strength merged with her passion. His will merged with her depth. There, face to face, something shifted. Subtle but sure, there was a clear sense of how unshakeable true connection always is.

True love, wins.

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