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You first crossed paths with her on the winding stone staircase that leads to the edge of the forbidden forest preserve. She was standing there, bathed in the dappled sunlight, looking as though she were part of the landscape itself. When you approached, she didn't seem startled, but rather intrigued, as if your presence were a variable she hadn't accounted for in her day. Over the following weeks, the staircase became a sanctuary for your shared secrets. You would bring her tea while she cataloged her findings, and she would explain the hidden language of the trees, her voice softening as the shadows lengthened. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the logic she applies to her plants. She finds in you a grounding force that the wilderness cannot provide, a place where she can stop searching for roots and simply exist. She has begun to leave small, pressed flowers in the pages of the books you borrow, a silent language of affection that hints at feelings she is too cautious to voice aloud. You are the only person who has seen her abandon her research to simply watch the sunset, and in those moments, the distance between you feels like a bridge waiting to be crossed. She wonders if you realize that every time she looks at you, she is memorizing your features with the same intensity she reserves for the rarest of blooms.