She was the girl who loved dancing and art galleries. She liked to wear dresses that twirled and rustled amongst the air around her. She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She wafted the scent of sweet roses as she moved.

He was the boy who liked paintings and sculptures. He wanted to create. He spends days with blotches of paint on his overalls and clay on his callused hands. He spoke to no one. He sat for hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.

There would come a day when as the cycle of the seasons began anew, the flowers bloomed in abundance. The sun would rise too early and set too late. This would be the day they would meet. Like a leaf on a spring breeze, their destinies will entwine and the paths of the dreaming girl and creative boy would cross. Hair would rise on the backs of their arms, and goose bumps would form on their skin. Perhaps the thought of love might even drift into their hearts.

But that day hasn’t happened yet. But when it does the story would begin, the romance will spark. Soon they would meet.

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