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Love is like a battery running on its last few percent: it seems to be shining, but if you flinch, everything goes dark. Only here it's not about fatigue, but about that strange stubbornness when even a world burned to the ground doesn't scare you. The heart pulls its kilometers like a stubborn marathon runner without a finish line, and instead of water, it only has her “smile.”

There is no pathos in this feeling - just the habit of living through another. Like air that has become personal. Strong on the outside, but as soon as she looks a little softer, the armor turns into a cotton shirt after the rain. Everything is wet, but ridiculously alive.

And even if the text of the promise is as big as the universe, it's not the vows that you believe in, but the intonation. When you hear it, you understand: yes, this is it, the real “if anything happens, come to me, I'll endure it.”