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Someone once told me that they believe in old love blossoming into new beginnings At my most optimistic, I believe, too. I see you in my dreams they show me glimpses; the past, our future, and some present wonderings I can't bear to indulge while awake. I can't stand the thought of this being the last of us. I love you so, always have. Our love once a young and beautiful bud, it's growth stopped short. We never got the chance to be just those two people we were sharing whispers by the sea. Perhaps, I will be more optimistic.
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
Blossoms
Someone once told me that they believe in old love blossoming into new beginnings At my most optimistic, I believe, too. I see you in my dreams they show me glimpses; the past, our future, and some present wonderings I can't bear to indulge while awake. I can't stand the thought of this being the last of us. I love you so, always have. Our love once a young and beautiful bud, it's growth stopped short. We never got the chance to be just those two people we were sharing whispers by the sea. Perhaps, I will be more optimistic.
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
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