yukiko °❀.ೃ࿔*°❀.ೃ࿔*

I wonder if the stars ever get tired of being looked at by people searching for something they've lost (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

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Having a crazy ex is exhausting in ways people rarely understand. It’s not just the breakup you have to heal from.. it’s the constant feeling of being watched, copied, and dragged back into a chapter you desperately want to close. They make fake accounts, impersonate you, spread lies, and try to wear your identity like it’s something they own. Every notification becomes a source of anxiety because you never know if it’s another account pretending to be you or another attempt to get your attention. The strangest part is realizing that while you’ve been trying to move forward with your life, they’ve been stuck in the past, creating endless versions of you because they can’t accept that you’ve already left.

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Sometimes I catch myself saving things to tell you, only to remember you’re no longer here. A funny thought, a bad day, a small victory.. my mind still turns toward you before reality settles in. It’s strange how someone can leave and yet remain woven into the fabric of your days. You’re in the pauses between conversations, in the silence after midnight, in the moments when the world feels too heavy and I instinctively look for the comfort that used to be you.

I miss you in ways I don’t always know how to explain. Not just your voice or your presence, but the version of life that existed when you were part of it. The feeling that somewhere out there was a person who knew me in a way others never could. Now there are empty spaces where you used to be, and no matter what fills them, they never seem to fit quite right.

Some days the ache is sharp. Other days it hides beneath the surface. But it is always there, like a ghost of something beautiful, reminding me that once, having you in my life felt as natural as breathing, and losing you felt like learning how to do it all over again.

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Me core!

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[pprincessposts]

I never knew a person could become a place until I met you. Somewhere along the way, your voice became the quiet I searched for after difficult days, and your presence became the feeling of coming home. There are thousands of faces in this world, thousands of stories crossing paths for a moment and then disappearing, but somehow you became the chapter I never wanted to end.

I love you in the smallest ways the way certain songs immediately make me think of you, the way I still want to tell you every little thing that happens during my day, the way my heart searches for you even in crowded rooms. Loving you has never felt like something I do; it feels like something I am. It exists in every hope I make for the future and every memory I revisit when the nights are too quiet.

If I could give you one thing, it would be the ability to see yourself through my eyes. You would see every beautiful part of yourself that you overlook. You would see how deeply you matter, how much light you carry, and how effortlessly you’ve changed my world simply by being in it.

And if life gives us a thousand tomorrows, I hope I spend every one of them finding new reasons to love you. If it gives us only a handful, then I will spend each of them grateful that, in a world so impossibly large, my heart found its way to yours.