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A LOVE LETTER TO IMPERFECTION

"I fell in love with the way your cracks let the light in."

In a world of perfectly written characters,

you were the only flawed one—

like how your smile tilted just slightly left,

or your words tumbled out too fast,

or the way you sulked like a storm cloud,

brief but brimming with thunder.

In a world obsessed with flawless endings,

you were the dog-eared page,

the sentence left unfinished.

You helped others without keeping score,

loved quietly, never asking for proof

that you, too, deserved love in return.

And so—

in this glossy, edited universe,

I fell for you.

Not broken, but aching.

Not imperfect, just unfinished.

Your only flaw?

You never saw your own light.

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healing happens in circles, not lines. you will return to old places with new eyes.

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"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

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i will seriously just kiss you on the mouth if you don’t shut up

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The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing™ and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you

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drink some fucking water

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Mindset: I believe I can and I know I will.

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Art is very similar to sex: If it only satisfies the creator it's pure masturbation.