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I'm so confused that I might even start overthinking my own name

I’ve had thousands of conversations with you in my mind, loving the version of you that no longer exists. In these conversations, you’re still the person I once knew—warm, caring, and easy to talk to. We talk about things we never got the chance to say out loud, and somehow, everything feels right again. In this other world, we exist in a space where time doesn’t change us. It's a place where the version of you I love is still alive, untouched by the passing of time or the distance between us.

When I met you, it felt like my memories rewrote themselves. I can’t recall what life was like before you, and honestly, I don’t want to. It feels like you’ve always been here—a lovely boy who stole my memories and rearranged them to revolve around nothing but his eyes ,ever since.

Once I reached your hand, the voices vanished into nothing. The world quieted as my body rested like a baby in a dream— full of you, and a happier me.

Was it always this warm? Is it really my duvet, or did you reach the child in me, build her a shelter where all her fears could finally fall asleep— settle and feel at home?

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Albert Camus

Every time I think of you, warmth wraps around my heart, smiles nestle between every beat, and a sparkle lights up the sky of my thoughts, not giving any storm or dark cloud a chance.

Not valuing human connections & relationships isn’t a flex—it’s somehow a lack of humanity itself

They said I have to stop the world if I want to stop the feeling.

And here I am, standing at its edge—

The whole world has come to a halt, yet I remain like a river, refusing to flow anywhere but to you.

That feeling—realizing you might not know someone as well as you thought—hurts in a deep way. It’s like losing something without even knowing what exactly is gone.

Everyone in your life will have a last day with you, and you don't even know when it'll be.