Flights and Fears

Flights and Fears

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"If I could find a time on earth to give you what I always wanted to, without having to receive what the world was pushing on us, I would ask for another eternity, for the love I hold for you within me, always found its place in your hands. Your hands that caressed my cheeks when tears of exasperation rolled down them, when those tears were traced down to your hold over me. Your hold over me, words cannot be laid to cover the void it left behind, when ephemerality crept into my sights of you. He found the version of you I made for me, while he wanted the same from another soul who gave it to me. What is this fraternity we're stuck in? Find me in your eyes, where I lay with the answers.
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What if, in another life, in another time, love was enough? They loved each other in silence, in the spaces between longing and letting go. Their hearts spoke a language only they understood-through stolen glances, fingertips brushing for a second too long, and the words they never had the courage to say. But fate was cruel. The world kept pulling them apart, forcing them into lives where they could never fully belong to each other. One stayed, carrying the weight of a love that never got its ending. The other became a memory, a ghost of what could have been. Yet, love like theirs never truly fades. It lingers, in dreams, in echoes of laughter, in the quiet ache of knowing-somewhere, somehow, they were almost meant to be.

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