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 When she met him, he had a ring around his finger that he never took off. When she realized it was etched into his skin, ink as permanent as his existence, she asked if he was married. He laughed. The ink said "Helen," woven into a ring by his knuckle, and he told that Helen was the love of his life. She wanted to be jealous, she wanted to feel resentful, but he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair while he told her the story of Helen, Queen of Mycenaean Sparta, and a love so fierce that Paris fought a war to keep her. "So many things in life are mediocre," he told her while her fingers traced the tattoo. "Helen reminds me that lov

 When she met him, he had a ring around his finger that he never took off. When she realized it was etched into his skin, ink as permanent as his existence, she asked if he was married. He laughed. The ink said "Helen," woven into a ring by his knuckle, and he told that Helen was the love of his life. She wanted to be jealous, she wanted to feel resentful, but he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair while he told her the story of Helen, Queen of Mycenaean Sparta, and a love so fierce that Paris fought a war to keep her. "So many things in life are mediocre," he told her while her fingers traced the tattoo. "Helen reminds me that lov

You were always the type to spend your birthday, dandelion, and penny-in-the-fountain wishes on a Prince Charming without the high society demands. Your wicks burned fast and loose for fingers to fit between yours; your flame shone brighter in the light of old romance. Your breath was stolen for feather-soft and butterfly kisses; air was always sweeter breathed from another pair of lips. But you kept your knuckles buried in your pockets, empty of change and full of hope. You never heard of anyone finding destiny in the sunset, but that never stopped you from dreaming of riding into its colors. ====== You met him somewhere between his unrul