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I asked her the day I met her why she only ever writes blue hearts. She told me with a radient smile that blue is the color of water, waves and love. And I still did the only thing I know how to do - I broke her heart. And now every time I see a blue heart an ocean moves inside me and my eyes water.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
Blue heart
I asked her the day I met her why she only ever writes blue hearts. She told me with a radient smile that blue is the color of water, waves and love. And I still did the only thing I know how to do - I broke her heart. And now every time I see a blue heart an ocean moves inside me and my eyes water.
eridan
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
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