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It’s a strange kind of blessing, feeling everything this deeply. People say I fall too fast but maybe I just love without rationing my heart. I feel the shifts, darling. The quiet distance. The way the air changes before anyone admits it. I wanted someone who would walk me home. Hold my hand on the heavy nights. Fight for me in the soft ways that matter. Tongue tied whispers made us tone deaf. Two gentle hearts losing each other between the lines we never said out loud. Maybe that’s how it happens love breaking slowly in the spaces we didn’t know how to fill, darling.
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
Tongue Tied
It’s a strange kind of blessing, feeling everything this deeply. People say I fall too fast but maybe I just love without rationing my heart. I feel the shifts, darling. The quiet distance. The way the air changes before anyone admits it. I wanted someone who would walk me home. Hold my hand on the heavy nights. Fight for me in the soft ways that matter. Tongue tied whispers made us tone deaf. Two gentle hearts losing each other between the lines we never said out loud. Maybe that’s how it happens love breaking slowly in the spaces we didn’t know how to fill, darling.
maysbenatti
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
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