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Dedicated to you who have marked tens of pages in the 17th chapter of my life,

The first meeting of new beginnings had me overthinking. With my over-the-top makeup—not to forget the dedication I had for my winged liner, I thought I was mad. But then, I realised maybe it was worth it after all when I met you—you who had to put up with me as we became our team leaders. It was a silly task, but none of the accidental stares, crazy banters, and flirty remarks were funny. I had actually thought that maybe this was what I was putting up for all this time. You were interesting from day one. You had a fiery personality, though undetected when paired with that always-fatigued expression. I learned how that personality even came on to you. The crazy family drama and the countless experiences with your past flames. None of it fazed me though, as I was the same. It was like a draft waiting to be finalised. But then came the last bit where I realised that maybe this was all a fluke. Maybe, God intended for us to learn that being with someone meant that both should come as equal.

We both have troubled fathers. Mine fusses over his family legacy. Meanwhile, yours seems to be scraping for all that he can find. I came upon family, but yours strived for self-independence. I care about you for everything that you are, but what you are won’t fit into the standards and expectations of what my family has raised.

If this were Shakespeare's play, it would no doubt be inspired by Romeo and Juliet. As corny as it sounds, it is true that I can’t just let this two-month-long friendship wrung into a tangled string, waiting to be tossed away. So, I did what I had to do. I gave in to my selfish desires and hoped that we stayed as friends, knowing you wanted us to be something more. Thankfully, you went along with what I said. From then on, I had hoped maybe that’s what we would always be—close friends who can never hope for something more. But then, I realised I was being egotistical when you said this should all come to a stop.

This was never some theatre play and I was never Juliet. She could have dreamed of more, but reality has no time for delusions. 

All I can do is tell you that although it hasn’t been long since the day we had our first dinner together, I have always been grateful to have you next to me. I’m sorry we got lost, I hope our paths cross again.

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reading mxtx novels be like:

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LMAOOOO THIS SO FUNNY💀💀

eva duarte in the afterlife watching jude and taryn marry faeries like they learned nothing from her murder

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why do i always search up the book or show im currently reading or watching on social media, knowing i'll eventually get a LOT of spoilers

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Does anyone else know that feeling when you recommend your friends a book that you loved and they just don’t like it/don’t love it as passionately as you do and you pretend that its fine but really on the inside you’re crying and questioning year long friendships?

Cause yeh me too.

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i think about this from time to time, and how it all makes sense

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You all know Dabi practiced the reveal with Mr. Compress.

Dabi, dramatically twirling.

Mr. Compress, wiping away a proud-theater-Dad tear: “I taught him that.”

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Y'ALL OMG i think im falling for him😃. but do be getting that revenge tho

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tbh i made this blog so i can rant and not annoy my irls too much lmaoo