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She's always been pessimistic and skeptical. She doesn't like getting her hopes up.
So when he brought her to their favorite seafood shack where they had their first date, she only thought he wanted to indulge on a Friday night.
So when he asked her if she had any plans for the night, she didn't think any of it and just said none.
So when he asked her if she had any plans for the night, she didn't think any of it and just said none.
So when after that, he brought her to a bookstore that was open late at night while he watched with a smile as she browsed the shelves for two hours, she only thought he was amused at how indecisive she's always been when book shopping.
So when upon reaching home, he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her towards the back of the house, she only thought he wanted to check the yard.
So when she saw the gazebo light up and hundreds of wisteria hung from the ceiling, and rose petals covered the floor, her heart began to race, but she tried to remember the date, wondering if she forgot an occasion. 🌸🌹🌺🌼
But when she finally stood inside the twinkling flower-strewn gazebo and he hugged her and she felt and heard the wild thud-thud his heart made in sync with hers, she finally understood.
Finally, she believed.
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I hope that little romantic scene wasn't too cheesy. 😳 I can't help it; every time I smell this candle, Pemberley Gardens by Frostbeard Studio (@frostbeardmpls), I always think of quiet love stories--the ones that are simple but profound.
I realized that I didn't post a Setting the Scene last week. 😐 I've been busy and frankly, running out of ideas. The creative juices aren't flowing freely for the past few weeks and I'm not sure why. 😩
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