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Elio stood at the window, the city lights a shimmering canvas below. It was four in the morning, and the world seemed to hold its breath before dawn. The rhythm from the city was a distant hum, a lullaby for the sleepless. But Elio was not sleepless. His mind was alive, vibrant with memories.

"It's been three years

And six whole months since I saw your face that night

It took five seconds to fall in love

And two more to make you mine

Now it's four in the morning

Suns set and seven minutes with you and it's heaven

Ain't an hour that rolls by

I love you 24/7, 365."

Three years and six months. The numbers danced in his head. A lifetime compressed into a fraction of time. It had been that long since he had seen Deanna's face, which had captured his heart in five seconds. And after two more seconds, they became a couple. It was a cosmic equation of love, swift and undeniable.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture as familiar as his heartbeat. Deanna's scent lingered, a ghost in the quiet of the night. It was jasmine and vanilla, a sweet intoxication. He could almost feel her beside him, her warmth seeping into his soul.

Seven minutes with her was heaven. It was a stolen moment, a stolen breath. In the grand scheme of things, it was insignificant. But in the universe of their love, it was an eternity.

The city lights blurred as tears stung his eyes. He was a man consumed by love, a love so profound it ached. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to proclaim his devotion to the world. But words were inadequate. Actions, he knew, spoke louder.

He would give her his name without hesitation. His heart was an open book. He wanted to spend forever with her, to grow old and grey, their love a weathered, beautiful thing. Children, a picket fence, a life filled with shared laughter and whispered secrets.

The image of her laugh, a tinkling melody, filled his mind. He was hopelessly, irrevocably hers. Every fiber of his being was entwined with her. He would spend his entire life catering to her whims and desires. It was a privilege, not a burden.

But a doubt, a whisper of fear crept in. Was it obvious? Did she see the depth of his love? Did she understand how much she consumed his thoughts, dreams, and reality?

The morning was approaching, casting its first pale light on the city. It was time to face the day, to immerse himself in the world, but his heart remained with Deanna. Three years and six months. It was a love story still unfolding, a promise yet to be fulfilled.

"Give you my name, if you wanted to

Key to my heart, if you want it too

And I hope and pray that you'll stay right here

'Til we're old and grey in our last few years

I'm on a knee, I just need a yes

A couple kids and a picket fence

Share the memories like an open book

Every page I read, it still got me hooked

And I'm fine spending my whole life on everything you like

Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

It was a rainy afternoon when Elio first saw Deanna. She was huddled under a crimson umbrella, her laughter a splash of color against the grey canvas of the city. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Their meeting was as ordinary as it was extraordinary. There was a spilled coffee, a shared glance, and then a conversation flowed effortlessly like a summer stream. It was as if they had known each other for lifetimes.

Within those first few minutes, Elio knew. It was settled in his bones, a profound understanding that this woman was his. He did not know how or why, but he knew.

Their love story was a whirlwind romance. They devoured each other with a hunger that was both consuming and exhilarating. Nights were spent lost in each other's arms, and days were filled with stolen glances and secret smiles.

But as quickly as it had begun, it ended. A sudden, inexplicable separation. Deanna left without a trace, leaving Elio adrift in a sea of longing.

Three years and six months was a relentless countdown. Every day was a battle against despair, a constant yearning for her return. He tried to fill the void with work, friends, and distractions. But nothing could quell the ache in his heart.

He had lost count of the times he had replayed their moments together. He missed her laughter, touch, and how her eyes sparkled when she was happy. These memories were both a source of comfort and a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

While wandering aimlessly through a bookstore one evening, a book caught his eye. It was a collection of love letters. As he flipped through the pages, he was transported to a different time, a world filled with passion and longing.

The letters were raw, honest, and heartbreaking. They spoke of a love that was both consuming and enduring. It was as if the authors were pouring their souls onto the page.

Elio found himself writing a letter to Deanna. It was a cathartic experience, a way to express the emotions bottled up for so long. He wrote about the pain of their separation, the endless longing, and the unwavering hope that they would be together again someday.

He poured his heart into the letter, every word a testament to his love. When he finished, he felt a sense of peace, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Days turned into weeks, and the letter remained untouched. He did not know what to do with it. To send it was to risk rejection, to leave himself exposed. But to keep it was to deny himself the possibility of closure.

One stormy night, as the wind howled outside, Elio decided to take a chance. He sealed the letter and addressed it to Deanna, her last known address. With trembling hands, he dropped it into the mailbox.

The days that followed were a blur of anticipation and dread. Elio waited for a response, a sign, anything. But silence enveloped him.

Disappointment gnawed at him, but he refused to give up hope. He clung to the belief that Deanna would return, that their love story was far from over.

Then, one afternoon, the phone rang. Elio's heart pounded as he answered. It was a woman's voice, soft and hesitant.

"Is this Elio?" She asked.

His breath caught in his throat. "Yes," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

There was a pause, and then she spoke. "I found your letter. It's been a long time."

Elio's world stopped. It was her: Deanna.

Their conversation was filled with joy, disbelief, and a thousand unspoken words. They talked for hours, catching up on lost time and reliving shared memories.

At the end of the call, Deanna said, "I'm coming home, Elio."

The words hung in the air, a promise, a declaration of love. Elio's heart soared. The wait was finally over.

Deanna returned a week later. The moment they saw each other, time stood still. They were lost in each other's eyes, their embrace a silent symphony of love.

The reunion was filled with both tenderness and passion. Elio and Deanna rediscovered each other, layer by layer. They talked for hours, laughed until their sides ached, and made love with a ferocity that had grown stronger with time.

Elio's world was complete. Deanna was home, and everything felt right. They were building a future together, brick by brick, and their love was the foundation.

"'Cause it's been three years

And six whole months since I saw your face that night

It took five seconds to fall in love

And two more to make you mine

Now it's four in the morning

Suns set and seven minutes with you and it's heaven

Ain't an hour that rolls by

I love you 24/7, 365."

Three years and six months had passed, but their love was better than ever. It was a love that had weathered storms, endured separation, and emerged triumphant. It was a love story for the ages, a testament to the enduring power of the human heart.

And as they stood together, watching the sunrise, Elio knew he would spend the rest of his life loving Deanna every day, hour, and minute.

The sun was beginning to cast its golden rays into the room. Elio pulled the covers up to his chin, a contented sigh escaping his lips. The dream was vivid, so real it felt like a memory.

He opened his eyes, the lingering warmth of the dream still enveloping him. The room was bathed in a soft morning light, and the city slowly awakened.

He reached for his phone, the screen illuminating his face. There, staring back at him, was a picture of Deanna. Her smile was as radiant as ever. A smile crept across Elio's face. He could not stop thinking about their lifetime of love.

The day unfolded in a gentle rhythm. Elio went about his routine, but his mind was elsewhere. He was planning a surprise for Deanna to commemorate their three years and six months.

He spent the afternoon browsing jewelry stores, his heart pounding with anticipation. He wanted to give Deanna something exceptional that would symbolize their enduring love.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the city, Elio returned home. He had found the perfect gift, a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant.

He carefully wrapped the necklace, his hands trembling with excitement. He could not wait to see Deanna's reaction.

That evening, as they sat on the balcony overlooking the city lights, Elio took Deanna's hand. "Three years and six months," he began, his voice filled with emotion.

Deanna turned to him, her eyes filled with love. "It feels like a lifetime," she replied.

Elio reached into his pocket and pulled out the gift. He knelt down on one knee, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Deanna, you are the love of my life. You are my everything. Will you marry me?"

Deanna's eyes widened in surprise, then filled with tears of joy. She nodded, her voice barely audible, "Yes."

Elio slipped the ring onto her finger, and they sealed their promise.

The city lights twinkled like a million stars as Elio slipped the ring onto Deanna's finger. Their engagement was a moment suspended in time, a promise of forever echoing in the quiet night.

The following days were a whirlwind of excitement and planning. They shared the news with their families, who were overjoyed. Friends showered them with congratulations and well wishes. And Elio and Deanna, lost in the euphoria of their engagement, began to envision their wedding day.

They chose a small, intimate ceremony on the beach, a place where their love story had, in a way, begun. The sun would be their witness, the ocean their backdrop, and the gentle breeze their music.

The months leading up to the wedding were filled with anticipation and joy. They spent countless hours planning every detail, from the flowers to the menu. But amidst the excitement, there was a quiet understanding between them that their love was the true heart of the celebration.

On the wedding day, as Deanna walked down the aisle, Elio's heart pounded with love and nerves. She was breathtaking, a vision in white, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Their vows were simple yet profound. They spoke of their journey together, their challenges, and the unwavering love that had brought them to this moment.

As they stood hand in hand, gazing into each other's eyes, all the weights seemed to lift off their shoulders. The warm embrace of serenity enveloped them as if time stood still in that precious moment of ring exchange.

The reception was a night of pure magic. Laughter, dancing, and heartfelt speeches filled the air. The first dance as husband and wife captured the essence of their love. As they moved together, lost in each other's eyes, it felt like the world had disappeared.

Their honeymoon was a dream come true. They explored exotic destinations, created unforgettable memories, and deepened their bond as husband and wife.

Back home, life settled into a comfortable rhythm. They bought a house and filled it with love and laughter. They talked about starting a family, about building a life together that was as beautiful and enduring as their love.

Years passed, and their love only grew stronger. They faced challenges and supported each other through life's ups and downs. They were not just husband and wife; they were best friends, confidantes, and partners in every sense.

They had children, two beautiful souls who brought a new dimension of love into their lives. Watching their children grow up was a joy beyond words.

When they grew older, their love deepened into a quiet, profound companionship. They would sit by the fireplace, holding hands, sharing stories, and appreciating each other's company.

One evening, as they watched the sunset, Elio turned to Deanna. "Three years and six months," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "A lifetime."

Deanna smiled, her eyes filled with love. "And a lifetime to come," she replied.

They remained seated silently for a fleeting moment, the bustling world around them gradually fading into insignificance as their attention became solely fixated on each other. In that profound instant, an unshakable realization dawned upon them - their love story was far from reaching its conclusion. It was an enduring odyssey, a love that would persist unfalteringly through time, the inevitable winds of change, and every conceivable obstacle. When the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the world, Elio and Deanna held each other close, their hearts filled with love as timeless as the stars.

"I'll share the last bite of every meal

I'll wipe your tears when you're in your feels

And I'll hold you close through a thunderstorm

When it's cold at night know I'll keep you warm

'Cause I'm fine spending my whole life on everything you like

Is it obvious that all of this is right?"