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The afternoon felt incredibly warm and comforting. The soft breeze danced gently through the air, brushing against their skin while the sound of birds chirping filled the peaceful park. Near the lake, a few geese wandered calmly by the water, making the view look even more beautiful beneath the golden afternoon light.

“Ah, finally,” Martin Loughrey said as he carefully spread the picnic blanket across the grass. Rora Eihf laughed softly before kneeling beside him to help set up the food. “I’m really happy. Thank you for spending today with me.”

Martin looked at her for a moment before smiling warmly. “Of course. I’ve been looking forward to this too.” Then, with a playful grin, he pulled out a deck of UNO cards from his bag. “And I brought this, just in case things get boring.”

Rora immediately gasped dramatically, her face lighting up with excitement. “UNO?! Okay, now this picnic is officially perfect.” Their laughter blended beautifully with the quiet sounds of nature around them.

As the evening slowly approached, Martin Ghrey took a few candid pictures of Rora Eihf while she was laughing without realizing it. This is a memory that will always be looked back on in friendship.
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face card saved us (habis dimarahin koko pake baju mini)

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Another bouquet found its way into my hands today, offered without occasion, without explanation, and perhaps that is what makes it all the more precious. Somewhere along the years, he memorized the language of my heart so well that he often notices the things I adore long before I do. Flowers, for instance. I sometimes think he knows my fondness for them better than I ever could. Time has passed, seasons have changed, yet there remains something wonderfully unchanged about us. The way our eyes still linger a second too long, the way affection still arrives unannounced, settling softly between ordinary moments. Loving him has never felt repetitive, it unfolds like a familiar story that somehow discovers new pages every day. As for the little ones, allow their whereabouts to remain a mystery for now. Some evenings are reserved for remembering who we were before we became parents, before schedules and responsibilities occupied every corner of our days. Tonight belongs to two people revisiting a chapter they never truly left behind. I often find myself captivated by him, and not merely for the obvious reasons. The kind that slips past everyone else unnoticed, yet leaves me hopelessly enchanted every single time. And yes, for those quietly piecing together the clues, every stem in this arrangement was chosen by him. A small offering, he called it. Though I suspect it was his way of reclaiming a moment that had been borrowed by the beautiful chaos of raising children. Recently, our days have belonged so completely to everyone else that we nearly forgot how lovely it is to belong, even briefly, to each other. One final thing before I disappear back into this little pocket of happiness. Thank you, Papa. There are affections too vast to be translated into language, feelings that resist every attempt at definition. Mine for you has long existed in that realm. All I know is that with every sunrise, every ordinary day, every fleeting glance across a crowded room, I discover that my heart has made more room for you than it did the day before. ♥️
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