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I still feel love even though the world keeps turning strange, like something in my soul never learned how to go away. Maybe it’s because I met you in a moment that felt like a story God already wrote. I was lost before— quiet, hiding, pretending, smiling while my heart was breaking in places no one could see. You called my name like it mattered, like I wasn’t just another person passing through. And suddenly, life didn’t feel so empty. I wanna say I’m healed, but truth is— I’m still struggling inside, still learning how to breathe without holding everything tighter than it needs to be. Some nights, I lie awake, replaying yesterday, every word, every look, wondering if I got it wrong again. But then I hear your voice— soft, steady, real— reminding me I’m not alone here. And I remember: even broken things can be reborn. Even pain can fade. Even a heart like mine can be saved. So I wait— not perfectly, not always well— but with something like hope lingering near. Because love, real love, doesn’t leave. It stays.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
lingering near
I still feel love even though the world keeps turning strange, like something in my soul never learned how to go away. Maybe it’s because I met you in a moment that felt like a story God already wrote. I was lost before— quiet, hiding, pretending, smiling while my heart was breaking in places no one could see. You called my name like it mattered, like I wasn’t just another person passing through. And suddenly, life didn’t feel so empty. I wanna say I’m healed, but truth is— I’m still struggling inside, still learning how to breathe without holding everything tighter than it needs to be. Some nights, I lie awake, replaying yesterday, every word, every look, wondering if I got it wrong again. But then I hear your voice— soft, steady, real— reminding me I’m not alone here. And I remember: even broken things can be reborn. Even pain can fade. Even a heart like mine can be saved. So I wait— not perfectly, not always well— but with something like hope lingering near. Because love, real love, doesn’t leave. It stays.
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Lexispencer
13/F/idaho
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
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