The Meadow

It was their place; a place where Him+Her against the world was real. It was a place far from prying eyes, where he could be him and she could be her; where they could be them and no one could say otherwise. It was a happy place.
Their names were carved into a tree, bounded by a heart, sealing their love forever in the tough bark of the bough, growing upward and ever expanding.
Their place was as peaceful as their love was true. So if one fails, inevitably, doesn't the other?

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