ᯓᡣ𐭩

"I didn't believe in love, till I met you"

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You met in a town that didn’t feel like it belonged to you, small, quiet, where the air smelled like damp earth and forgotten things. You was sitting by the train tracks, your fingers tracing patterns in the dirt, like you was waiting for something to change.

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He asked you what you was waiting for. You just smiled and said, “Something that will never come.” There was a heaviness about you, like you carried the weight of lost things, things he couldn’t see. And still, he found myself coming back.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

You talked about everything and nothing, old songs, broken dreams, the way the moon felt too close some nights. You told him once that love wasn’t real, that it was a myth we told ourselves to get through the dark. But then, on a quiet night, you kissed him like you didn’t believe your own words. And for a moment, it felt like the dark wasn’t so bad.