Where had he been?
Right where he was needed, I suppose. It's that simple, isn't it? Life is twisty, squiggly, and full of prose. Yeah, she never saw his story coming. But then, was he really aware? Where it was landing? Into a loving storm formed from thin air? In medias res? Even the alchemy of time couldn't stop it. Their chemistry was exquisite, undeniable, rare. Where had she been? Right where she was needed, I suppose. It's that simple, isn't it? Swirls of old souls, past lives, passion, scars and smiles are never simple. Oh no...but they are beautiful.
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