Always You , Every Season
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Last published Fri, Apr 4, 2025
"I don't know why I'm feeling so off today," I said, my head bowed, guilt creeping into my voice. "Just... bear with me for a little while."
He stepped closer, his touch soft as he lifted my chin, his eyes locking with mine. "If you'd let me," he said gently, his voice like a promise, "I'd be happy to stand by you-not just today, but every single day, for all the years to come."
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"I don't know if I've ever told you this before...
But your messages , they're the only ones that never go unnoticed.
Every other notification comes and goes, but yours? Yours demand to be felt, not just seen.
When your name appears on my screen, everything else fades for a moment- it's just us, just your words, as if the world itself pauses, waiting for me to read them.
Each text from you feels like a whisper, a piece of you finding its way to me.
And no matter what, no matter where-I'll always be here, waiting to read every word you send."
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