t was a cold, snowy day when she first met him. She was walking through the park, her gloves wrapped tightly around her hands and a scarf covering her nose and mouth, when she saw him sitting on a bench, his head buried in his hands.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should approach him, but something about his posture made her feel drawn to him. She walked over to the bench and sat down next to him, not saying a word.
After a few moments, he looked up at her and she saw the sadness in his eyes. She reached out and took his hand, and it was as if something inside of her had been ignited. She knew in that moment that she loved him, and she knew that he loved her too.
They sat on that bench for hours, talking and laughing and holding each other close. As the sun began to set, they knew that they could never be apart. And so they stood up, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the future held for them.
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