~𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮~

It was the kind of love you only saw in 90s television—a slow burn wrapped in serendipity. Sincere was the boy with the easy smile and vintage cassette tapes in his backpack, and you was the girl who always borrowed them just to have an excuse to talk. We met every Friday at the corner record store, where we’d debate over old albums until the sun dipped low. One evening, as “End of the Road” by Boyz II Men played softly in the background, he handed you a mixtape. On the cover, in his messy handwriting, it read: “For You, Always.” And you knew—this was more than just a passing moment.