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A short story
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He was like the morning dew. And I was the flower petal. We did long for each other. Very much. But we still waited until morning to see each other.

He made me beautiful. He would always be cold, but I didn't mind. Shy, he was, more than I. He did reach for me but often just slid down to the grass, as it would not ask as many questions as I did.

And then he was funny too. He used to act like he was falling down the grass, but then stop in the mid way and laugh with his friends. Then look at me to see if he made me smile too. I would giggle at his silliness and he would smile at me.

That adorable smile, which made him twinkle under the soft sunshine.

And then he would disappear on the summers. But he just did that to become the water to keep me alive. But every winter, when he came back he would be exactly the way he was with me before he left. Never telling me if he missed me throughout the summer. But his eagerness to meet me reflected on his face.

We never talked. But somehow, we were solace to each other and understood each other without saying a word. Silence between us was never uncomfortable. And that was how I knew that he and I,
We belonged together.