tenderness
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A new connection arrives quietly enough to feel safe and suddenly has her smiling at a screen like she forgot she still could.
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The ocean never apologizes for its tides, and neither should a heart be ashamed for loving deeply.
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Tiny hands know only that her arms are home, never seeing the battles she fought just to keep showing up.
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A quiet spark of desire grows beneath rain-soft glances, moonlit silence, and everything neither person is ready to name.
Between Bruises & Blooms 