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The first breath stolen,
not by force, but by a glance held too long.
A spark, unexpected, igniting in the quiet corners
of a life you thought you knew.

Suddenly, the mundane shimmers.
Coffee tastes richer, music swells with untold meaning,
the city hums a secret melody only you two can hear.

Sleep becomes a reluctant surrender,
dreams painted in the hues of a smile,
a touch that lingers like a phantom limb.

Conversations spill like secrets under a velvet sky,
each shared vulnerability a fragile bridge,
connecting two islands that never knew they were adrift.

The future unfurls, a vibrant tapestry woven with "we,"
promises whispered like sacred vows,
a dizzying ascent towards a horizon painted in gold.

But beneath the intoxicating sweetness,
a subtle tremor.
The unspoken question hanging in the air,
a fragile butterfly you both pretend not to see.

Is this breathless ascent sustainable?
Will the colors remain so vivid
when the newness fades,
and the quiet corners reclaim their silence?

The rush is exquisite, undeniable.
A potent elixir that blinds and elevates.
But the heart, in its ancient wisdom,
knows that every high eventually finds its level.

And in that inevitable descent,
lies the true test:
whether the intoxicating rush
can transform into a deeper, more enduring love,
rooted not in the fleeting thrill of newness,
but in the solid ground of shared reality.

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