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Yes.

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If heavens for lovers, that’s where we’ll be…

it's weird how you can actually feel it in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings

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Come to me…

— Daphne du Maurier

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— R. Arnold

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just read “to be loved is to be worth the inconvenience” it blew my mind away

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How do you move on when you know you've held perfection in your hands?

-rose (herdivinemuse via instagram)

The photographs still sit in their frames, mocking me with memories of warmer days - your smile caught in perfect afternoon light, our intertwined hands, the way you'd throw your head back when you laughed.

Did we know then? Could we sense the future that was to come? I replay our moments together like a worn-out film, searching for the first crack, the initial misstep that led us here. But love doesn't always end with a thunderclap. Sometimes it's more like autumn - a gradual cooling, leaves falling one by one until you wake up one day to find the branches bare.

The coffee shop where we first met still stands on the corner of that street. I take the long way around now, but sometimes, on particularly weak days, I find myself drawing closer, as if pulled by some invisible thread. Through the window, I can see our table - the one by the window where you first told me your dreams. Do strangers sit there now, making their own memories, unknowing of the ghosts they share space with?

The worst part isn't the loneliness - though God knows that cuts deep enough. It's the certainty that what we had was real. There's no comfort in thinking it was all a mistake or a youthful delusion. No, what we had was love in its purest form, bright and true as starlight. And somehow that makes its absence harder to bear. How do you move on when you know you've held perfection in your hands, only to watch it slip away like water through your fingers?

They say time heals all wounds, but they never tell you about the scars - how they stretch and ache on cold nights, how they remind you of what once was. Every smile feels like a betrayal, every laugh a small act of treachery against what we were.

Sometimes I wonder if you feel it too - this phantom limb pain of missing someone who used to be as natural as breathing. Do you also catch yourself turning to share a joke with someone who isn't there? Do you still have that reflex to call me first with good news, only to remember halfway through dialing that those privileges have been revoked?

It must have been love. That's the thought that haunts me most in the small hours of the morning when sleep eludes me. It must have been love - because nothing else could leave such beautiful wreckage in its wake.

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Dear future lover, I will chisel and craft every inch of my spirit until our time aligns…

I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.

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✨I love my girls✨

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“I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe

I was not offended

For I knew I had to rise above it all

Or drown in my own shit.”

~Funkadelic,“Maggot Brain”

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Remember to appreciate yourself a little extra today✨

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The sun and the moon have really been out doing themselves lately

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tumblr is best app u just talk to urself and ppl go yep so true bestie

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“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers.”

— Unknown