I wanna own you. You’re meant to be mine and mine alone.
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I wanna own you. You’re meant to be mine and mine alone.
Sexting: I hope you felt loved today, truly.
Somewhere They Keep Returning
There are things that refuse to become a straight line
no matter how much life tries to shape them into one
between him and her
there is a place without instructions
without arrival
without a name that fully belongs to it
he speaks like someone who learned early how to hold everything inside
carefully
quietly
as if feeling too much was something to be managed rather than shown
and still
sometimes
it slips through anyway
in small truths he doesn’t fully manage to hide
she arrives like weather that never fully decides what it is
soft some days
restless on others
always real
even when she tries to make it sound lighter than it feels
they do not match in the easy ways
nothing about them was designed to align neatly
and yet
they recognize each other
he sees in her what most people miss
not only what she shows
but what she tries to keep behind her silence
as if he has learned the shape of her unspoken things
and she feels in him something steady
not loud
not promised
but present
in a way that makes distance feel less absolute
there is a language between them that was never taught
made of pauses that carry meaning
of sentences that continue long after they end
of moments that return without being called
and even when they misunderstand each other
even when timing slips between them
something remains intact underneath it all
not destiny
not certainty
not a plan that knows where it is going
just continuity
as if, despite everything that separates them
there is always a part of each
that quietly recognizes the other
and calls it home
without ever needing to say the word.
Y nuestros universos se cruzaron y ahí me di cuenta que todo el caos que paso tiempo atrás valió la pena si al final estabas tú, y me estabas esperando desde siempre.