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💛 We’re currently in 2nd place in our group—and with just hours left until the first round ends, your support could make all the difference. Only the Top 20 couples advance tonight at 7PM PDT, and the margin is razor-thin. 💫
What if just 10 votes stood between us and the next round? This isn’t just a contest—it’s a celebration of love that’s grown, waited, and come full circle.
From a fateful encounter in 1982 to finding our way back decades later, our story reminds us: ✨ Some love stories don’t fade—they deepen. ✨
Voting for us means lifting up second chances and supporting hunger relief and ocean conservation. 🌊🥫 🌿 Read our love story: http://www.echoesofthewillow.com 🗳️ Vote here (until 7 pm tonight July 10): americasfavcouple.org/2025/michelle-and-dan
Thank you for standing with us—for believing in love that’s rooted, resilient, and ready to bloom again. With every vote, you honor not just our story, but the causes it uplifts.
Love, when it’s real, evolves. It listens, forgives, and learns the language of the soul. We are living proof that some chapters take decades to write—but oh, how worth the wait.
💛 We’re honored to be part of this celebration of love that lasts.
👉 Click to vote for us 🕊️ https://americasfavcouple.org/2025/michelle-and-dan Explore the rest of our journey at 🌿 echoesofthewillow.com
Each vote carries a whisper of hope, a nod to second chances, and a belief that love always finds its way.
🌿 What Time Teaches
I do not bloom the way I did— not reckless, not loud, but with roots that reach deeper than they ever dared.
Love once danced in borrowed shoes, now it walks beside me barefoot, unafraid of gravel roads and mornings without makeup.
Loss carved wide spaces in me— not hollows, but gardens for patience, for laughter that rises slow but sure.
I do not chase what doesn’t stay. I do not beg the mirror to lie. What time has taken, grace has gently given back.
A hand to hold, a voice that hums like home, the courage to begin again— not as I was, but as I am.
A hand to hold, not out of habit, but because it still fits perfectly after all this time.
We walk slower now, but never apart— the world quieter, yet infinitely more profound. This is love not blooming again— but never ceasing to bloom at all.
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