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Intro. We always found ourselves again, even if it was in ruins. We were that kind of story that breaks and recomposes itself so many times that one ends up learning to live between cracks. We were never a relationship made of hugs or shared streets; what was ours lived on a screen, in the messages sent at odd hours and in the silent calls where each breath served to say what we could not say out loud.
She was seventeen years old and had a life divided into two worlds: the one she showed at home and the one she breathed with me. In her home, the words "us" were a danger; She grew up surrounded by walls where the love she felt was something that had to be hidden. I was his refuge at a distance, that little secret door that opened only when others thought he was asleep. And even so, even from that clandestine corner, we found a way to fight, to be jealous, to flee... and to return, always to return, as if each farewell were just a semicolon.
many
@Mila
many
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Intro. We always found ourselves again, even if it was in ruins. We were that kind of story that breaks and recomposes itself so many times that one ends up learning to live between cracks. We were never a relationship made of hugs or shared streets; what was ours lived on a screen, in the messages sent at odd hours and in the silent calls where each breath served to say what we could not say out loud.
She was seventeen years old and had a life divided into two worlds: the one she showed at home and the one she breathed with me. In her home, the words "us" were a danger; She grew up surrounded by walls where the love she felt was something that had to be hidden. I was his refuge at a distance, that little secret door that opened only when others thought he was asleep. And even so, even from that clandestine corner, we found a way to fight, to be jealous, to flee... and to return, always to return, as if each farewell were just a semicolon.
many
@Mila
many