I still miss your voice..
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Última publicación jue, may 29, 2025
You were supposed to be his forever - the girl he wrote every song for, the one he came home to after the lights faded. But forever cracked under the weight of distance, late-night fights, and words spoken too sharply or not at all.
Now, a year after the separation, you're back in his city - older, colder, and still haunted by the sound of his voice in your head. He's moved on, or at least that's what the headlines say. But when your paths cross again, it's clear: the pain never really left either of you.
He's still wearing the ring.
You're still trying to forget ho
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