Where did this hope that caresses my soul find me?

[@broderickblocker7106]

My daily anxiety therapy. Thank You Again.

[@psygin]

It found you through acceptance or denial... I like the music to this one

[@rsd-1955]

pure delight. 💚

[@babyface296]

Thanks you

[@nothing5447]

touches my soul

[@yolgezer8126]

🍁

[@passenger128]

What is the title of this painting?

[@herrkurt2344]

Google says "Ophelia by Arantza Sestayo" for the title of the painting.

[@passenger128]

@@herrkurt2344 Excellent, thank you! (:

[@ruzenkacicka2606]

❤

[@ahotmoron]

A short story by yours truly called The Willow... it's kind of long, but I hope you enjoy it :) Edit: I should mention the person your seeing the perspective of the story from is a woman. I sat and stared as she laughed and he spoke. He was said to be the most handsome man in the land, but I did not see it. She did though, so I thought. She spoke so fondly of him, and often recited his tales he had told her. It appeared she was falling for him, and all I could do was watch from the side, as he kissed her hand, as she blushed, as they danced. He did not deserve her... nor did I. She was beautiful in body and mind. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, to run my hands through her fire hair. She was out of my reach and into his. She asked me one day as we sat in the garden, "Will you ever fall in love?" "I have." I replied with sorrow in my words. "With who?" She sat up eagerly. I thought for a moment trying to find a way to tell her it was her I had always loved, and that I ached for her. I couldn't, fear clogged my throat, and I simply said, "They do not love me as I love them..." "I'm sure that's not true!" She smiled and her words seemed to taunt me, "Anyone would be lucky to be loved by you, and if they can't see it their a fool!" "Don't say that..." I pleaded low and softly. "Why?" She asked. "Because..." I hesitated for a moment, "you are not a fool... I am, to think you would ever feel for me as I do for you..." She stared at me with wide eyes, and I felt my heart sink and break. I'd ruined everything I thought, but then her gaze softened and she stared into my soul. Her hand found mine, and she held it tight. Her mouth opened as if she was going to speak, instead her lips spoke to my lips. My heart fluttered, revived, in my throat as she rapped her arms around me and her lips melted into mine. We broke apart for a moment and I asked her, "what of him?" "Why does he matter?" She questioned. "Don't you love him?" "My dear, I am no fool," her words dripped with honey, "he was always my second choice... it was always you. It was always you I loved..." once again her lips meet mine, and we laid tangled together in the garden beneath the willow tree. You made it to the end! Here have a cookie 🍪 Thx for reading I hope you enjoyed! Much luv❤