The Poetic Pulse

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Malik had always been  a poet, but Amara stirred something in him. Late at night, when the world was quiet, he found himself scribbling down lines about her—about the way her laughter was like a songbird caught in a rainstorm, about how her silence spoke volumes when words failed her. He wrote her letters, pouring his heart out in ink, hoping she could feel the depth of his appreciation through the paper.

On social media, he posted subliminal statuses that only she would understand—quotes about love and connection, about finding something real in a world full of illusions. He never tagged her, but he knew she saw them. She was always paying attention, even when she didn't say anything.

They started hanging out more and more. Every time they met, Malik felt like he was peeling back another layer of himself, revealing parts he didn't even know existed. Amara made him feel important, like his voice mattered, like he was heard in a way that transcended mere conversation.

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