She wishes to be his home where he puts the sword and armour down. The home which has the gentle fragrance of unending affection, and a warm hearth at the corner to nurture his visions. She hopes to keep him protected deep within her heart, for the world would not understand his elysian essence. What he means to her will only be known to her. Not everything can be touched. Not everything can be named. She has a beautiful treasure chest for them. The one that is tucked within the deepest recess of her dreams. He is the key to the chest.
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