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Ten summers ago, I found his old baseball glove in the attic. Dust had settled into every crease, but the leather still held the shape of his hand. I sat there for hours, remembering Sunday afternoons in the backyard, his laughter echoing through time.

Gary. you are not saying anything to me, what's the matter. It's me Amber Heard.

Good morning amnon. sorry couldn't send you the picture yesterday. didn't see your text untill this morning, Hope you had a good Sunday?

Every moment without you feels like an eternity, my dear. I truly believe our connection is meant to be, but the distance is just too much. If you're ready to see me, help me arrange the flight so we can finally start our life together in person.

My darling, every morning I wake up feeling blessed to have you in my life. Your smile brightens my day, and your love fills my heart completely. I cherish every moment we share and look forward to our beautiful journey together.

I’m just being myself and that’s enough for me. Some people get it, some people don't, and that’s perfectly fine. I’m not here to put on a performance for anyone. My world is private, and I like it that way. It’s just my reality.

Rayna watches the steam rise from the basin. Mr. Sato dips the frame again, his movements rhythmic and sure. The air smells of wet earth and processed fiber. She reaches out, her palm meeting the cool, slick surface of the vat. He nods once, a silent command to continue.

I watched Sarah during art time, her small hands carefully cutting paper hearts. My breath caught as she approached my desk to show her work. "Beautiful," I whispered, fighting the urge to touch her delicate fingers. These moments were becoming harder to resist.