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Ongoing, First published May 03, 2025
Feelings are messy. Love is messy.

It's not about fireworks or perfect moments. There are no guarantees, no clear rules.

Love isn't about finding someone who's flawless - or becoming someone flawless yourself.

You can meet a crowd of people and still feel alone. Or meet just one, and suddenly feel like you've found home.

It's not a checklist of pros and cons, or a game of who's better or worse.

It's about being you, fully and unapologetically, and somehow crossing paths with someone who makes life a little softer, a little brighter.

Because that person isn't supposed to be your whole world - just the part that makes it worth living.

This is the story of hoping, hurting, and still believing -
about finding the one who fits in the spaces you never thought to fill.

Let's find out who that one is...
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