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by Guilty By Design Jul 6, 2025 category : Love, romance / i love you
I thought love was a language I’d forgotten how to speak, just echoes in an empty room, a promise I could never keep. I wore my pain like armor, called it strength, called it truth. I didn’t think I’d feel again and then, there was you. You came like quiet thunder, soft, but breaking through. Touched the parts I buried deep and called them something new. Now I’m burning just to see you, craving every glance. Obsessed in ways I feared were gone, a terrifying, unexpected chance. No, you didn’t fix me but next to you, somehow, the broken parts don’t echo quite as loudly now.