Not Just Someone
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What if he's not just someone I loved... but the one I never stopped loving? 💔
They keep telling me to move on -
like I can forget prayers, memories, and a soul that lit up my life. ✨
But he's not just a phase. Not just a name.
He's the one - even if he never knew it. 🕊️
This is a story about loving someone in silence,
about holding on when everyone says let go.
About a love that never asked for attention... but stayed anyway. 🖤
If you've ever loved deeply - quietly - this is for you.
📖 Not Just Someone - poetry from the soul.
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