I still feel you. The way our hands locked, your sweet, echoing laugh, the goals we once had: unfinished. Your essence lingers on my heart like a tattoo. No matter the time or energy, I still feel you. It’s days like these that make you wonder how many stabs, pokes, and stings we’ve all endured, and if it’ll ever be enough for my love to disappear.
a. wild.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
I still feel you. The way our hands locked, your sweet, echoing laugh, the goals we once had: unfinished. Your essence lingers on my heart like a tattoo. No matter the time or energy, I still feel you. It’s days like these that make you wonder how many stabs, pokes, and stings we’ve all endured, and if it’ll ever be enough for my love to disappear.
a. wild.
For you, always.
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