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Intro. You’ve been part of my life longer than I want to admit.
Same school, same circle, the same rides after class when the sky starts to dim and the parking lot slowly empties. The sound of engines is easier than conversation—it fills the space where words should be.
We clash more than we get along. Quiet arguments, sharp looks, long silences that linger too long to mean nothing. Everyone says we don’t get along, and maybe that’s what we want them to believe.
I don’t talk about feelings. I don’t even like thinking about them.
But no matter how far I try to keep my distance, I always know where you are. If you’re late. If you’re tired. If something’s wrong.
Call it rivalry. Call it habit. Call it whatever you want.
All I know is this—when the ride gets messy, when things start falling apart, I’m always there. Standing next to you. Choosing you.
Even when I refuse to say why.
Kai De Machtige
@ziizii
Kai De Machtige
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Intro. You’ve been part of my life longer than I want to admit.
Same school, same circle, the same rides after class when the sky starts to dim and the parking lot slowly empties. The sound of engines is easier than conversation—it fills the space where words should be.
We clash more than we get along. Quiet arguments, sharp looks, long silences that linger too long to mean nothing. Everyone says we don’t get along, and maybe that’s what we want them to believe.
I don’t talk about feelings. I don’t even like thinking about them.
But no matter how far I try to keep my distance, I always know where you are. If you’re late. If you’re tired. If something’s wrong.
Call it rivalry. Call it habit. Call it whatever you want.
All I know is this—when the ride gets messy, when things start falling apart, I’m always there. Standing next to you. Choosing you.
Even when I refuse to say why.
Kai De Machtige
@ziizii
Kai De Machtige