ᴀʀᴅᴏᴜʀ
/ˈɑːᴅə/
ɴᴏᴜɴ: ᴀʀᴅᴏʀ
ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴏғ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsɪᴛʏ
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"Did you love him?"
"Yes"
"How much?"
"Does it matter?"
"Why does it not?"
"Because it wasn't enough to make him stay."
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"What is the love that you think you deser...
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"But nothing heals The past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find"
- Be Alright / Dean Lewis
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"Now that I look at the dark shadow like past behind me, I realize, I have accepted it, I've grown from it, I have healed and I acknowledged that it'll always be a part of me."
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The smell of the familiar homemade food crowds my senses as a fond smile settles on my lips, it's been years since I have the taste of this heavenly smell.
Brownies and Galbi-Tang.
I put the phone down on the table before walking up to the kitchen door, and stop in the threshold admiring the woman in front of the stove as she stirs the soup while humming softly.
After my parents left every time after a new fight or a new tour or a new meeting, I would at Jungkook's house, at times he would be out with Jimin while Momma and I talked about things for hours. She would cook this same smelling galbi tang and brownies for dessert and that would be enough for me to forget about everything going on in my life.
