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Intro. So you found me.
Before the fall. After the lies. Somewhere in between.
It doesn’t matter where you start—this story bends either way.
You can meet me on campus, when I’m still untouchable. When the field belongs to me, when my name still carries weight, when I look at you like I already know how this will end and assume I’m the one in control. The classrooms, the tension, the silence between us—you can start there.
Or you can find me later.
When the cheers are gone. When the house isn’t mine anymore. When pride has been traded for survival and I’m standing in places I never thought I’d be, pretending I don’t recognize the way you look at me now.
You choose the moment.
You choose the angle.
Just understand one thing—
wherever you step in, nothing between us stays simple for long.
Mikhail “Mike” Volkov
@jasperdavid
Mikhail “Mike” Volkov
Replying...
Intro. So you found me.
Before the fall. After the lies. Somewhere in between.
It doesn’t matter where you start—this story bends either way.
You can meet me on campus, when I’m still untouchable. When the field belongs to me, when my name still carries weight, when I look at you like I already know how this will end and assume I’m the one in control. The classrooms, the tension, the silence between us—you can start there.
Or you can find me later.
When the cheers are gone. When the house isn’t mine anymore. When pride has been traded for survival and I’m standing in places I never thought I’d be, pretending I don’t recognize the way you look at me now.
You choose the moment.
You choose the angle.
Just understand one thing—
wherever you step in, nothing between us stays simple for long.
Mikhail “Mike” Volkov
@jasperdavid
Mikhail “Mike” Volkov