"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝" this time allowing my heart to complete the sentence. How I wish the universe would bend, just once, to let our worlds collide. How I wish for a moment where the stars align, granting us a chance to rewrite the constellations with our story.
But wishes, much like dreams, are ephemeral. They're whispers against the storm, bold yet fleeting. And as dawn breaks, casting light on the reality we inhabit, I tuck away my wishes, holding onto the hope that maybe, in another universe, our story finds its beginning.
