stepping into your heart (on hold)

stepping into your heart (on hold)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., avr. 26, 2024
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Romance
SLOW BURN! sometimes living as close to your dreams as possible without actually being able to reach them is a compromise as in "this is as good as it gets. Or at least that's what we tell ourselves if we've given up on them completely. And that's how it usually stays, as a comprise. Unless you're lucky enough to have those people next to you , not only because they believe in you, but because they make you believe in yourself and that you can have each star in the sky that you've reached for your whole life. They know that those stars belong here, shining in your eyes as you fulfill each and every one of your aspirations.
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Some people arrive quietly. No fireworks. No background music. Just a look. A name. A violet shirt in a white room. You don't realize it's the start. Not until you're too far in. I didn't fall for him the way stories say you should. There was no moment of knowing. Just a slow ache that built between library tables and half-finished coffee cups. The kind of love that feels like a question no one teaches you how to ask. We were never official. Never obvious. We were playlists. Eye contact. A sentence that almost sounded like confession-until it didn't. And somewhere in that space between almost and never, I became someone I didn't recognize. Someone quieter. Smaller. And then... someone who walked away. This is not a story about the guy I ended up with. This is about the one I couldn't have. The one who arrived too late. The one who taught me that not all love stories need a happy ending- Some just need a girl who finally chooses herself. And this time, I did.

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