Letters To No One
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Last published Mon, Sep 1, 2025
I never meant for it to happen. A glance became a habit, a habit became longing, and longing turned into words I should have never said. This is not a love story. It is simply the record of sleepless nights, half-spoken truths, and the quiet ache of wanting someone who was never mine.
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