timing
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Some people never fully leave; they become the ache of almost, lingering in songs, coffee cups, and the empty spaces beside us.
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If timing were somewhere they could meet, perhaps there would be a version of them that never had to keep saying goodbye.
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At seventeen, safety arrived through a voice across the distance, leaving behind the ache of wondering what might have happened at another time.
Between Bruises & Blooms 