It was a Tuesday, just like any other. The tram was packed, humming with the low thrum of daily commutes. I was lost in my own world, earbuds in, watching …
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So, All This Time. I used to think I knew what that phrase meant – a quiet understanding, a patient endurance, a love that transcended distance and hardship. Now, it’s …
I built my entire life around a love across oceans, pouring years and dreams into every promise. But “all this time” wasn’t devotion—it was a devastating deception, and I was loving a ghost. #4 Read More So, All This Time. I used to think I knew what that phrase meant – a quiet understanding, a patient endurance, a love that transcended distance and hardship. Now, it’s …
I built my entire life around a love across oceans, pouring years and dreams into every promise. But “all this time” wasn’t devotion—it was a devastating deception, and I was loving a ghost. #5 Read More So, All This Time. I used to think I knew what that phrase meant – a quiet understanding, a patient endurance, a love that transcended distance and hardship. Now, it’s …
I built my entire life around a love across oceans, pouring years and dreams into every promise. But “all this time” wasn’t devotion—it was a devastating deception, and I was loving a ghost. #2 Read More So, All This Time. I used to think I knew what that phrase meant – a quiet understanding, a patient endurance, a love that transcended distance and hardship. Now, it’s …
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The ache started subtly. A quiet whisper in my gut, long before I ever saw the soft, brown eyes of the puppy. We had a perfect life, or so I …
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