The Man and the Woman

once upon a time there was this girl that planned on having everything taken from her. so she had decided that she was going to slowly hide away the things that matter.

she hide her mirror in the thickest of forests where not even the animals liked to venture.

she then hide her books in a hole so deep that it seemed to have no end.

she then hide her photographs in the deepest, darkest of caves that no man would even dare to think about.

she had hidden everything that mattered. and for a very long time no one had even bothered to find these things. it had been so long that the woman had even forgotten about the things that she once held so dear.

then one day this very handsome looking man had come into her life. it was very unplanned and wonderful. well not at first. the woman had fought the man to the point that it was as natural as breathing. it seemed it was all she could do around him. but he didn’t seem to mind. in fact it seemed that he enjoyed those little fights with her.

then it seemed over time the fights didn’t matter to either of them. the woman had stopped trying to keep him at bay. and the man really liked that. and it seemed that the two had so many things in common. and slowly everything started to come back to the woman. the hiding places and the things inside of them. she started to wonder if the things were still there or if someone has found them.

months went by were the man and woman did nothing but spend time together. and they both started to see everything that has been missing in their lives. the man had found the things that the woman had hidden from the world.

he had found the mirror in the thickest forest where not even the animals liked to venture.

he had found the books in a hole so deep that it seemed to have no end.

he had found the photographs in the deepest, darkest of caves that no man would even dare to think about.

no the man wasn’t just any man to the woman. the man was the one for her. the one that wasn’t going to steal her things that were very dear to her. instead he focused and celebrated these things. he celebrated her beauty. he celebrated her knowledge. he celebrated her heart of the things around her. he celebrated her for her.
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i just randomly wrote this one day when i was feeling creative. you aren't required to say anything about it if you don't want to.