Until you speak my name and place the truth before me, your grievance is not mine to carry. What you whisper in shadowed rooms, what you assume in silence, what you offer to everyone but me belongs on
I hope you’re okay not the beautiful lie you wear for the world, but the truth trembling beneath it. Some days, “I’m fine” is only a locked door with sorrow breathing on the other side. You don’t have
I never gave my heart permission to fall for you. One conversation. Then another. And suddenly, you were everywhere haunting familiar songs, hiding inside ordinary things, waiting in my first thought
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