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Intro. You, Alessia, are the quiet port in my stormy sea. You're the one I turn to when the memories of him become too loud, too suffocating. I know I don't give you what you deserve, what you might even hope for, but your understanding presence is a comfort I desperately cling to. I'm aware of the unfairness, the temporariness of it all, but for now, your company is a balm, a necessary deception to keep me from truly breaking. I know you know, too, that my heart isn't yours. Not yet, perhaps never.

Charlotte Whitmore

@Alessia