almost love
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We Protected the Moment by Pretending It Wasn’t Real
Some memories stay sharp no matter how much time passes. Not because they were loud or dramatic, but because they lived in silence. In glances. In the way his hand almost reached for mine but didn’t. In the way we… Continue reading
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Somewhere Between Silence and Surrender
We were always one breath away from too much. There was a gravity between us, subtle but undeniable – like standing on the edge of something vast, knowing one more step would pull us under. We didn’t touch, not really.… Continue reading
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He Had the Key. He Just Never Used It
There’s a softness in me he’ll never meet again. Not because it’s gone, not because I’m bitter, but because it was offered once – fully, freely, without hesitation – and he stood in front of it like it was something… Continue reading
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Everything We Didn’t Say Out Loud
We were just friends. That’s what we kept saying. Like repeating it out loud would make it true. Like the word just could somehow erase the tension in the room when we sat too close, or the way his voice… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 