On Loving What Was Never Ours to Keep
We walk through our days like there’s always going to be another one waiting in the back room. Another sleepy Sunday morning. Another text we’ll “answer later.” Another mythical someday when we’re finally less tired, less overwhelmed, less everything—so we can sit across from the people we love and spill our hearts like we always meant to. We act like life’s a rerun instead of a live show: “I’ll…
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