#quietlove
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imprinted, and choosing gentleness
“we choose friendshipwith love still breathing softly between us,imprints resting beneath the skin,unmoved by time or names.not to return,not to reach,but to honor what was realand carry it gently,without letting it wound.” we are trying to be friends again, and i don’t think people understand how much courage that actually takes. it isn’t casual. it…
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for the one who still lives in my quiet
darling… if only you knew how hard it is to write this without shaking. there is something about this poem—this quiet confession of two haunted souls—that slices me open in the softest way. it feels like someone crawled inside my ribcage, listened to every truth i never said aloud, and typed it out on paper.…

