❝ 𖧷 ₊˚₊୧𓈒 𓆩♡𓆪 ࣪ ִֶָ ❞ ❝ 𖧷 ₊˚₊୧𓈒 𓆩♡𓆪 ࣪ ִֶָ ❞ ❝ 𖧷 ₊˚₊୧𓈒
I was meant to be loved in the old way patient, enduring, sacred. Where devotion is a vow not a pastime.
The kind of love that lingers in quiet rooms, in morning light, in gentle hands.
Forgotten by the world remembered by hearts who know how to hold me.
❝ 𖧷 ₊˚₊୧𓈒 𓆩♡𓆪 ࣪ ִֶָ ❞ ❝ 𖧷 ₊˚₊୧𓈒 𓆩♡𓆪 ࣪ ִֶָ ❞ ❝ 𖧷 ₊˚₊୧𓈒















