I have a confession.
You still feel like home.
Even now.
After the silence,
the distance,
the weird way time stretched itself between us.
I keep telling myself it’s over…
but you still feel like home to me.
Not in a way that makes sense,
just in a way that won’t leave.
And I think that’s the part I can’t shake…
God…
I miss the version of us that almost existed
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