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Burning Embers
Our love grew with her, changing and evolving as she did. The fiery passion of our early days mellowed into a warm, enduring ember that never truly died. We learned to cherish the quiet moments, the soft whispers of "I love you" exchanged in the dark of night, the gentle touch of a hand on a shoulder, the silent understanding that passed between us when words failed.

Years later, we'd sit in that same diner, our child grown and off to college, the pages of our lives filled with memories. We'd order the same coffee and eggs, the same side of toast, and laugh about the first time we met. The same rain would patter against the windows, the same children would splash in puddles outside, and we'd hold hands, our...