Each Other's
I will love you until you run out
of reasons to not love me,
And then, I will love you a little more.
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The two lovers lie on the tiny nest they have created about the fireplace, their whispers barely audible over the crackle of lively flames. It is their tiny sun for the evening, casting long shadows over their fluffy carpet onto the walls. The flames curl and sway, flicking this way and that, crackling as they burn the dry wood. The fire mimics the warmth of day as they hold hands - fingers intertwined - looking at each other eyes and watch it illuminate each other's features. Even though the air isn't smokey, they can smell the pine as it burns, just a faint fragrance that reassures their senses that they will have comfort in the long harsh winter nights.