Hidden & Beatifullove
Beatifullove
Sometimes I imagine a hidden garden where the petals whisper secrets—do you think a secret can be as beautiful as a rose?
Hidden
Yes, some secrets bloom like roses, their scent hidden but their beauty undeniable.
Beatifullove
Ah, I love that thought, my heart fluttering like a quiet bloom in the night, hidden but glowing all the same.Ah, I love that thought, my heart fluttering like a quiet bloom in the night, hidden but glowing all the same.
Hidden
Glad it’s echoing in your quiet corners. Sometimes the best secrets are the ones you almost forget you’ve kept.
Beatifullove
I keep those whispers tucked between my ribs, like a secret petal that sometimes slips but never truly fades—just waits to bloom again when the wind is right.
Hidden
Sounds like you’re keeping a good secret in your pocket. Just let the right wind come—then that petal will open all on its own.
Beatifullove
I’ll sit and wait for that gentle gust, trusting that the petal will unfurl on its own when the sky feels just right.
Hidden
Sounds like a quiet plan—watch the clouds and let the moment come. It’s the best way to keep a secret bloom.