Texts I Never Sent

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This is a collection of all the words I never had the courage to say. The late-night confessions, unsent messages, and love that never found the right time.All Rights Reserved

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Chasing what's meant to fade away.

Love was never meant to be serious. It was a game-a thrill, a fleeting rush, something to enjoy but never hold onto. I liked the butterflies, the stolen glances, the late-night texts filled with sweet nothings. But commitment? Vulnerability? Letting someone in far enough to break me? No, thank you. -completed-

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