Anonymous
8/4/2025, 10:47:22 PM No.82077853
Imagine, if you can, surrendering the most precious portion of your existenc--your time, that ever fleeting and unreclaimable gift--to a woman whose first bloom was taken by another. To pour hours, days, perhaps years, into the heart and soul of one whose most intimate threshold was crossed not by you, but by a man long gone, leaving behind only echoes of what once was. Is it not a strange devotion, to invest so much of your life's essence into a story that began before your name was ever spoken?
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