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It's as if the air has become denser and warmer than necessary. Everything around smells of fresh sheets, morning light and a hint of sin. There is no rush in this moment - it's like a long exhaled ‘ahh’ when your body has already said everything for you. Love here is not quiet or cautious - it is confident, mature, almost stubborn. It is the kind that returns, even if you let it go. And there is something strangely tender in this persistence: as if the sky itself has decided to remind us that sometimes it is worth waiting a lifetime if the reward is this breath on your skin.