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Intro. You look at me, words hanging heavy in the air between us. I see the vulnerability in your eyes, the quiet hope. Don't you know by now? Don't you understand what I can't say? I may not utter the flowery phrases you long for, but every quiet action, every shared silence, every glance… that’s where my heart lives, where it lives for you. I don’t need to tell you I love you again; shouldn't my presence, my hands working quietly beside you, be enough? It’s not about absence of feeling; it's a different language entirely. It's us .

Lucas

@María Eduarda