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ㅤThe first ink was poured eight months ago, on the first day of 2022 underneath the moonlight, with a quill of the two souls who have been writing most fascinatingly since then. Word by word is being written, phrases to phrases magically complete each other. They turned plain canvas into a masterpiece filled with mesmerizing metaphors and by tantalizing lines.

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ㅤLove is an unfathomable journey, it works and happens magnificently. Out of the exceeded the imagination of one's. Claudette conveyed her unspoken into the first line, thinking about Julio when she tainted the barren paper. She could see earnestness through his orbs, stares that calm the mayhem within her head. She could see delicate touches in his fingers, compassionate hugs that could give her warmth.

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"And I love how love works–I love at how it magically could make me and him as us, as one." she mumbled.

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ㅤAlbeit the differences they have, they are still one; Claudette thought so as she hold the quill real tight. Was a little bit shaky at first, but eventually went smooth after she knew that Julio gave her comfort she sought for. She knew, that the man would always be the stairs for her to climb up from the dark abyss. Thereupon, she knew, that even though she is on the lowest, Julio is always there. For her. Solemnly.

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ㅤJulio and Claudette may neither be Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Benneth whose story is endlessly fancied by many nor the legendary love tale of Romeo and Juliet. They are neither Gary Stu and Mary Sue nor Piper Bellinger and Brendan Taggart, whose stories are annoyingly far from flaws. They're the meandering Betelgeuse and her own Epsilon, their handwitten allegory whose story has its expected ups and downs, a spoon of sweet and bitter, dark and light, also wound and pain–complementary contrary forces.

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ㅤAnd, this is the end of this short preamble passage–but not for the love of them. Their allegory will always be carved upon the aurora, and will never get dropped at eventide–The Adherence Allegory of Julio and Claudette.

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ㅤDo you recall one of the first confessions I uttered to you?

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ㅤ"... I always thought all the movies and books were kind of ridiculous for describing love as a thing that narrows the circumference of the word to a single person. But oh well, you proved me that I'm wrong."

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ㅤAnd the truth is, yes. I totally am wrong. We've narrowed the aperture 'tween us and finally get set side by side with the soubriquet of love, as I'm sunken amaranthine amidst your unswerving dinkum solicitude. You lead me to the escapades that are more pleasing than anything else, and I'd like to thank you for everything you've ever done for the billionth time. I would not have made it if it hadn't been for you, I would not be the person I am now if it hadn't been for you, and I owe you a great deal in many ways.

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ㅤI was once lost in contemplation about us, about how fate is desirous to attach two strangers in an ardent bond of amorousness, about how we love each other at this time. Perhaps, there was something we did together in the past that led us to the flowery path, and however, along with all of the flaws, perplexity, and twists, never once I doubt nor regret it.

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ㅤAnd today, too, I find myself falling in love with you as I sit down and reflect on how far we've come, and I recall the memories with a smile on my face because every second with you was both precious and full of happiness. Let's gather more moments to reminisce, shall we?

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ㅤI first caught sight of him elsewhere—a year ago, on the date I didn’t recall any longer. He was a captivating flame and just that enigmatic at first, radiating wild spirit yet serene earnestness, as his mere presence was emitting all of it. He was a solemn attraction for me to lay eyes on that I couldn't help but straight up keep my attention even my focus on him although my eyes were getting blurry since I want to bawl out once I saw his astonishing aptitudes; succeed left me bewildered because of his unexplainable charm. Nothing else to notice than the immaculate and charming guy that he is. That being the case, I thought that I was too unsightly to approach his reverenced passage and strike up a camaraderie with him back then–and therefore, I chose to not open any door following I had zero bravery at that moment, pretend that I had never seen him before.

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ㅤTime went past precipitately after; where misery and embittered terror entered my bottomless depth, settling down so they could continue glimpsing every each, of my steps. My unsavory past had failed me–as it was despised in my entirety. I tried to rinse off the stain of blood in my hands, but with God as a witness, I burned for them instead—becoming clinkers, carcasses, and specks of dust where my soul is blown away by the unforgiving ticking of a time.

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ㅤTo say that I was to some degree of hopeless would be a euphemism for that one year–yet it ain't that hopeless, as it's more like, I gave up on trying to embrace what I deserve. I grieved with my ownself for letting everything consume me, and I just stood there—not doing anything but continuing as if nothing happened to me. Enervation, ignorance, detachment, insouciance–those were the torturous past, and nothing could be the antidote before he finally started knocking on the door of mine for the first time make me grateful to have him appear like a light during the most morose moment of my lackluster life; it was somber winter nightfall when I lost my sight and there was no light coming to illuminate me, before then I saw a fine gentleman showing up alike moonlight pierce the night sky. He bestowed his light on me, and restored my sight altogether whilst whispering his eponym,

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"Rutherford."

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ㅤAnd in the second time being, my irises landed on a certain soul, an angel-like figure rather, and my bleak heart instantly soften. His irises speak nothing but warmth, beam with so much warmth sincerely lighten my heart on a daily basis–even his shadow contains utter blitheness and solace. The small crinkles around his eyes whenever he let out a small but endearing laugh, waves of tenderness surround my soul at that–I saw the hint of love in his eyes, and my heart stopped like a full sentence at the sight. Within the shape of love that surrounds his entire being, it eroded all the edges that my heart once had. The words of reassurance that he uttered towards me, still ring in my mind up to this day. The warmth that it once radiated the first time those words came out from him, I hope he knows that the warmth is still there, lingering and dwelling. When a little ball of love came and gently knocked onto the door of my heart, blossoms of warmth immediately filled the said heart. It is shaped as comfort, and it clings onto me as if not wanting to ever leave my side, felicity swirls in my whole being knowing that I have a piece of him to carry around. Even a small glimpse of him reminds me of the way the sun peaks that beams with warmth, the way his beams light the way through my darkness–the sadness that once surrounded me when I was sitting in the corner of my dwelling is long gone.

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⠀I met him again when the premises inside my body was stable, at the surface. The door could be used properly, the floors didn’t creak, and only some lights were dimmed. We used that space to exchange bargain, burst out laughing here and there, bickered and even sulked at each other, and talked until the night collapsed. And what the silly is, when both of us decided to rest and save our business to another day, I’d always imagine myself staring at him closely until he dozed and went to sleep. In those silence, I would always be reminded just how much I want to shelter and care for him, how much I never wanted any harm to befallen upon his being, and just how much I would always, always, try to make him the happiest guy the world ever witness. Yet I ever also figured that perhaps it would be much better if we stayed just what we always were—as friends. I never dared to cross the line or even showed him how much I would kill to be something more. I assumed that it would give us more peace by not pushing into each other. But honest to God, I have always been terrible with my own presumption, and I would always dead-ended betraying those assumptions. So as God is my witness, that it did not end well. The act of being friends did not end well, and for the first time in my entire life, I am glad that I discarded the road of common sense and all of that rational assumption, just to be with him. And for every sides unfolded, I am delighted that it doesn’t change how I see him in person. Rather grateful, because the opportunity of having a full package loved one won’t knock my door twice.

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ㅤThe sweetest heart of mine, the day you softly mumbled that everything will be okay, tears started to silently shed from my eyes, and I mumbled back,

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"I found my home, finally."

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ㅤMr. Rutherford, do you know that you succeed took my entire pain like a blood-soaked string into your palm and putting it into tranquil rest? Your first appearance was a lighthouse for me who was lost in the silence and darkness, you pulled my perpetual curse away and set me free from my wicked dread. Most appreciably, you gave me the clarity that I am meant to be everything my heart desired. You know how I quivered with desire because I had never been given the chance to turn it into reality and my hands were always tied to the helplessness of my soul. I always thought that I only fit as one, as these ideas that people had on me, but you—you showed me how breathtaking it is to be just—you know, mediocre. You gave me pair of feathery wings and the freedom to roam high and free, and you taught me that I should live more carelessly, more recklessly, as if I was truly, a prowess sojourner.

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ㅤAnd yet the sojourner always needs their wanderer. Do you ever wonder? How the clouds would dance so gracefully with one another, yet all of that would always come to an end, but for all I know, one cannot leave their own home. Hence no matter how far you meandered, I would always be right here to welcome you into the home that we had patiently built. I promise that wherever you lead me, I would come after. Throughout the time of desperation and devastation, I would become the allegiant sereneness of your soul.

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"I am neither the conquistador of confounded pandemonium nor even the conqueror of the fifth wave, but would you hold my hand firmly like your veins stayed on your wrist, if I asked?"

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ㅤThere are a million ways to say the endless commendation towards their significant ones, yet oftentimes, they forgot the essential. The 'Thank You' that brings so much sincerity can also mean so many genuine things, or even, it doesn't mean specific things. I don't want you to grow this love with me thinking that 'I love you' and 'Thank you' are just phrases said for simple endearment, and outside of that, it means nothing. Instead, I want you to know that the 'Thank You' of mine holds more than just one interpretation–it carries a lot more for the sake of us, for the sake of my good faith. Hence, as I have so many profound things and a list of why I am grateful of you–bet you've probably know of what I'm going to say but words don't necessarily lose their meaning just because we repeat them, especially not when you can feel the genuineness of one's feeling as they conveyed it, so. Here to celebrate that we make it into the eight-month marks of our feverish courtship (along with celebrating your mundane's birthday! ♥️), let me put pen to paper and make note of the things on why I am very much grateful for your presence, why I adore and love you so much.

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Thank you for being honest to me, even though sometimes it means you have to admit some of the uncomfortable things—but I thank you for doing so, as honesty is what I value the most in a relationship along with proper communication above everything else, and with you, I can trust you wholly instead of feeling anxious and misgiving.

Thank you for not fulminating against me when you're either angry or upset about something, though I hope you do know that you can count on me. I do wanna be a shoulder that you can lean on and a listening ear to hear about your rambling, after all.

Thank you for always striving to be a perfect person, yet I know it's not an easy path and sometimes we slipped but you are inherently a good person who always wants to see the good and perfect in people.

Thank you for encouraging me to improve myself, being with you really makes me feel like I develop along with the relationship itself as you make me want to be better.

Thank you for introducing me to your friends, it's nice to befriend the people that you are close with and get to know more to a glimpse of your interaction with others.

Thank you for befriending and mingling with my friends and family too, it warms my heart to see my favorite people together. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you (and have I told you that Vermonts love you a lot?)

Thank you for recommending to me your favorite shows and movies–as we happened to have similar taste after all apparently, isn't it?

Thank you for watching some of the best movies and programs ever with me, because not only do I get to watch great series but I get to spend time with you as well.

Thank you for our random talks–sometimes it is the most mundane, gossip (🤫🤫🤫), and random conversation that impacted the most.

Thank you for always listening to my ramblings even though I've probably talked about a particle topic or issue several times.

Thank you for making the time for me, even when you're busy and when things are packed you still make time to talk to me. I know it hasn't been easy but thank you for all the effort you've put through.

Thank you for cheering me up whenever I'm down. Sometimes it makes me wonder too, what would I do without you? But then I don't even want to think about it as I want to enjoy the present and this moment I have with you.

Thank you for always taking care of me, even when I forgot to take care of myself.

Thank you for being my sanity. You made me feel like I'm on cloud nine but your mature thoughts also make me stay grounded.

Thank you for being a ray of sunshine. The sun shines so brightly and so are you, and thanks to you, I feel warm whenever I'm with you.

Thank you for the night talks, for the tickling talks, for the deep talks, and for every conversation we shared; I do cherish every single of them.

Thank you for allowing me to trust in you, to have faith in you, and to confide in you as with you I can talk to you just about anything and I really am immensely grateful.

Thank you for all the presents and valuable love letters that you've carefully arranged and the ones that you've given me; please always know that I will cherish them for the rest of eternity.

Thank you for sharing with me your favorite songs, as I get to know some five-star music through you too; I know that I could rely on your taste in music.

Thank you for continuously looking after me and making my days a lot better, being the reason for me to smile when I don’t feel like being happy.

Thank you for never staying mad at me for too long, or staying mad at all.

Thank you for being the tremendously bright light that illuminates the length and breadth of my own world. You will always be the shiniest Epsilon in my constellation, regardless of what happens, for my love for you is the everlasting ordonnance.

Thank you for being my person.

Thank you for being on my side, through many peaks and valleys.

Thank you for never ghosting me (on purpose), and for always making effort to be a fast replier with me–I appreciate it very much, really! 🥺

Thank you for making me feel worthy and for always showing me that sincere love indeed exists, you made me start to love myself as well.

Thank you for being a tender soul; your presence has been a good influence in my life and I really couldn't have thanked you more.

Thank you for finding and loving me dearly, despite all of my flaws. Even now and in the furthest future, I will always try to be a comfort you can lean on to.

Thank you for being born in this world–for without it then I wouldn't have the chance to meet you in the first place (and once again, hap-happi birthday baby! 🥺), for existing, and for being you.

Thank you, for everything, for every passing second, for everlasting memories we've made together, and for every single thing you've done. I love you so much.

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ㅤYou know that there are actually more reasons for me to thank you, and numbers alone don't define the amount of love I have for you but I just wanted to list what crossed my mind as to make sure that you know that there is someone in this life who is very grateful to have you around (and that person is me).

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ┈┈┈ ࿂ ࣭ ࣪ ᰍ࣭ ࣪ ೇ ̣͘ ˖ ࣭ ࣪ ┈ 🕯️📜🤍

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ㅤOh, how might and how may I disregard such an imperative day, without giving you something to keep in mind as long as we were together? Out of the blue, the day to remember is lovely and now, the eighth month of us, is our own at the same breath. Without going into detail, you ought to know that on this upbeat and special occasion, the reality that you just are loved so much will never blur. All the very best, always in my thoughts; many more happy returns of the day! Definitely, excellent supplications will always accompany you within the clean slate, a new existence. Words of shrewdness are not able to clarify how valuable you're here on soil, remaining as a precious social being is additionally alluring. Uncommon nearness by the cherished soul, acknowledge my perpetual appreciation, as a sign of my gratitude for your generosity to be standing right here within the best condition of your body and soul. Benedictions I've had since you filled my heart, like coming down in buckets with the sporadic benefit that I, at last, got it after such a long time, impelled my audacious pulse. Your presence, your discourse, not to mention your state of mind is able to fascinate the consideration of everybody who sees it, the idealized definition that was standardized by each person, you fulfill it in my eyes.

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ㅤNightfall breeze catches my soul as I write this letter, for the dark haired boy whose fate has declared that he has another scenario to be done for the subsequent year. I may not be the best writer nor even sonnetist, but as the light of the blazing sunrise runs through the windows you wake up to this morning, I hope you won’t have to meet the bad side of this beauteous day as you let your feet make a step to everywhere you think you’re capable of going to, as today is a form of concrete reminder, of how strong you have survived. And hopefully, within the future, unforeseen encounters will assist you in development, your eyes will be wide open to see the unfathomability of the world, and your chest will be truly given the space to face challenges and genuine equity. Without compromising the quality of myself, I have continuously been the foremost glad at that point. My September Love, the most tender of all the blooming petals; the day you came, sat by my side, and promised to stay, I sighed deeply and whispered to myself that nothing hurts anymore as long as you were beside me–my love will abide until the skies above us fall.

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⠀My dear, I've seen the sky brightened up; and so much that sometimes, it faded into nothingness, but a vain proposition of the universe's eulogy. Yet again, our constellation met that day. On the 1st of January, surfacing through the vast boundaries of the sea of stars that slowly drapes to morph our fate into two. Who would've thought that it becomes eternal, an evermore as written by the tales?

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... and I, no longer know how

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ to shine without your light."

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⠀Betelgeuse that I am; the stars that live in mine own galaxy, crawling to your presence—my dearest Epsilon, a new hope that guides me. Colliding in the sky, creating fireworks that reflected in the auburn of our eyes. So there I come to worship you and your whole being, muttering my words, "Have you found your peace in solitude?" My heart races—vein drenched in the blood of all my hope that traces, but you told me, "Never. Being with you has always been one of my greatest dreams taken from this place filled with vagary." And you, the Iota, my Epsilon—you have drawn so much more than what an Eden could've bewitched on me, and I've found my forever in your warm—as divine as it is, to call for the arcane that home, at last, resorted not just somewhere when my feet touched the ground, but even when the cloud nine takes me to your home. I shall love you until the last star in the constellation deceases, to the edge of time. With you, I feel sturdy and whole alive, even though I don't have to doubt about anything since you're the living form of faith itself. I am home, I am safe, and eight months with you, the otiose universe of mine is graced.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAll the sincerest love,ㅤ𝓒.

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ㅤㅤ❛ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. ㅤ❜

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⠀The candles scope out, the glow from the zenith couldn't endure the cold from the crashing waves that embrace her. Salts from the shore danced in the air, coalesced with the wind, and perched their way sheepishly to her hair. It tousled her mane in, and claimed its place so that she smelled like the subtle scent of the sea.

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⠀Legs were blue and wilted when the ocean water graze her, and the night breeze likewise brushed against the skin of her body that wasn't walled by the entity. Skirt fluttered by the first breath of fresh coastal air, laughter echoed through the stirring waves, a hand grabbed—a sudden silence.

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ㅤ“You see, I’ve sunk into the reverie of getting caught in your roaring waves; for love is ever so violent and passionate to me.”

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⠀Little moves that are orderly all the time, puncturing eyes brimming with the warmth that is en masse at the highest point of all their excursions. In an allaying grin that can beat the wintry evening, she trusts that the waves will observer their excursion of adoration.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“✿𝄒...”

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Once upon the full moon, amidst the mid of December's nightfall.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"... The first culminations of requited

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ardent devotion were being uttered."ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Paraphrased allegiance poetries alongside echoes of adulation packed with love were huddled upon the vault of heaven, well-maintained records of amorous journey as the constellation of Orion–unveiling the fervor that wildly grows within Epsilon and Betelgeuse, the ones who are insanely in love. And for soon their rhymes will emanate its own ebullience and blaze, shall mortals be immersed by their endearing odyssey which has created a new, cherished chapter of allegory they flourish.

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