Glimpse of Us
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"I've carried her in my thoughts for months, haunted by every touch, every laugh, every moment we weren't supposed to share.
She's my best friend. She's my addiction. And she's slowly slipping away.
Between stolen glances, late-night confessions, and the ghosts of what could have been, I'm learning one thing: some love doesn't wait for the right time - it waits in the spaces between us, impossible to ignore, impossible to let go."
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