Seeds of romance

As preparations begin, I hold the gift you gave me so long ago. A necklace with an aquamarine pendant that reminds me of our first date. The night I got sick We snuggled and you holding back my hair, as a expelled the poisoned me. I am joy as I put on the clothes that will change my life forever.

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