My first love taught me something dangerous: that happiness is real. Not hypothetical. Not something reserved for other people. I had it once, in my hands, in my chest, in the way…
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There’s a strange humiliation in desire with no destination. When your heart chooses someone who leaves their door unlocked, but never actually opens it. Wanting them feels less like longing and more…
Some stories don’t fall apart because of red flags or bad timing. Some fall apart because the universe decides to play a cosmic joke on you. Because only in New York do…
