Same school⦠but never met
We were in the same place, breathing the same school air, living parallel lives like two plot lines refusing to intersect. Predictably dramatic of the universe.
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One year with you BADAK!!
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Every step below is one of those quiet miracles that looks small from the outside and changes a life from the inside.
We were in the same place, breathing the same school air, living parallel lives like two plot lines refusing to intersect. Predictably dramatic of the universe.
A simple conversation became the first little crack where light came in. The kind of beginning that feels accidental only until you realize it was always waiting.
Then came the safe place. The one where secrets, stupid jokes, late replies, and honest silences all started to feel like home.
Not loudly. Not neatly. Just slowly, deeply, and completely, until your name started living in the softest parts of my mind.
Some people arrive and brighten a room. You changed the weather inside me.
I still love how your hands can create beauty and bring care at the same time. That kind of talent feels unfair, honestly.
This is the part I will never forget. When I was weak, you stayed. When I was broken, you held the shape of me until I could breathe again.
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Because love is not one thing. It is a collection of tiny truths that keep choosing the same person.
Yes, the button is dramatic. So is love. Society survives.
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I know I never want to lose you.
Happy 1 Year, Mummaaaa π