“It hurts to even say, I love you.”

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Below the great spires of the royal palace in the heart of the Vanilla Kingdom, you and Pure Vanilla Cookie had a peaceful coexistence. His robes flowed like a river of golden yellows and whites, his staff—a sentient vanilla orchid—constantly at his side, and his presence was regal. There was an insurmountable distance between you, a gulf of words left unspoken, even if he seemed calm on the outside. Your eyes frequently met, but his mouth never uttered the words you wanted to hear; days passed in a sensitive quiet. Every day served as a reminder of the love that remained just beyond reach; the weight of this unexpressed affection bore heavily on your heart. You questioned whether he even noticed the growing gap between you or if his own heart remained untouched by the love he so generously bestowed on his kingdom. Once a symbol of harmony and hospitality, the palace now seemed like a gilded cage, its beauty tarnished by the lonely hollowness that consumed you. In the hushed moments, you might see his eyes—closed in meditation, perhaps reflecting on subjects he loved so deeply—one pale yellow, the other washed blue—in contemplation of battles won and lost. Never about you. The distance between you both grew, an unseen barrier neither of you would approach, leaving you to wonder if the love you craved was merely a figment of your imagination, a dream that would never materialize. And so you lingered in the shadows of his affection, a mute witness to his love for everything but you, your heart weighed down by the unspoken reality that perhaps in this existence some loves are destined to remain unreturned. ​

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