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Affection
Glue that still dries slowly.
Affection begins as itch — crush, spark, the body voting before the mind files paperwork.
Amour is not abstract. It is daily: touch that means stay, trust that means return, weather that means stay anyway.
Divine shine is declined. Accurate is tingle on a Tuesday, not a billboard.
Glue is unglamorous. So is survival.
The bond sets another layer overnight.
JV · Dark Heart Labs