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"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡... ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴɪᴛᴜᴇꜱ?" 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? It doesn't knock. It breaks in. "𝐎𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲..𝐎 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲...𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐚.. 𝐏𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐚." (Adnan Dhool) They weren't looking for love. They were just trying to make it through school. But fate had other plans. 𝐀𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 × 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 A prisoner of the heart. A worshipper of it. Two kinds of love in one story. In the end, we all just want someone- to hold us in our hardest, and happiest moments. Because love was never about who arrived first. It's about who stayed. 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲?

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Your trust? It's deep, it's clear. Your hope? Look at it, we're still here. Your heart? I got it, no need to fear. Our love? Is it genuine? Is it sincere?

- letters to various people in my life and all the way to my deepest fears. - keep in mind that the names have been changed to protect privacy. - these are all that i think, and i'm sorry if there are any triggers for anyone. - #40 in Poetry - July 18, 2016 #101 in MyStory - July 18, 2019

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"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡... ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴɪᴛᴜᴇꜱ?" 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? It doesn't knock. It breaks in. "𝐎𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲..𝐎 𝐏𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲...𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐚.. 𝐏𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐚." (Adnan Dhool) They weren't looking for love. They were just trying to make it through school. But fate had other plans. 𝐀𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 × 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫-𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐭 A prisoner of the heart. A worshipper of it. Two kinds of love in one story. In the end, we all just want someone- to hold us in our hardest, and happiest moments. Because love was never about who arrived first. It's about who stayed. 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲?

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