Beautiful love narrative : Love Line Connection
When the man in front of me extended his hand, there was a question in his eyes. I smiled softly, like a spring breeze brushing past.
In front of me was a pair of clean, neatly trimmed hands. The palm lines were chaotic, and the fate line was intertwined, suggesting its owner had likely endured many hardships in life—an uncertain pain hovering over. But the love line, that one extended straight and unwavering, such a childlike persistence. It makes one’s heart ache with tenderness.
Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. I reached out to hold your hand, watching the uncertainty in your gaze turn to calm, my heart pounding uncontrollably.
In your large and warm palm, my hand appeared unusually slender and pale, with a sickly beauty. You said it was perfect, how our fingers intertwined so quietly, the warmth fitting so well. I replied, “Look, my dear, aren’t we a perfect match? People say Capricorns don’t go well together, but they’re just talking nonsense.”
“Oh, really?” You looked at me with a slight smile, somewhat meaningful. My love for you suddenly surged to a boiling point, my entire being like a girl experiencing her first crush—heart racing, flustered, face flushed. When you gently touched my cheek, I couldn’t help but tremble with happiness.
This feeling of drowning in tenderness, being intoxicated by it, is wonderful.
In front of everyone, I’ve always appeared small and fragile, which has long made me feel insecure. But you said, “Baby, it doesn’t matter. This is perfect.” You said you could lift me off the ground with just one arm, like holding a small kitten. “Yes, it’s really perfect,” I said.
You looked at me with a shy, warm smile, as innocent and pure as a child. Overwhelmed by my love for you, I couldn’t help but gently bite your cheek, leaving a faint mark.
And when you finally leaned down and kissed me deeply, my dearest, I knew in that moment that in this world, I belonged only to you—from this moment on, forever.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
