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യ *◞ . . .    🌑⃝.

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I loved you quietly, with all the silence I had to give. Maybe you never saw it—or maybe you chose not to. I smiled even when it hurt, because the truth I carried wasn’t beautiful enough to show. I tried to bloom, but I was only a thorn pretending to be a rose, a shadow pretending to be light.

The days passed like trains that never stopped for me. I called out for you in the winter and waited through the spring, but all I heard was my own voice echoing back. The loneliness grew like snow piling up inside my chest.

I wonder if you ever felt it too—the emptiness, the ache. Or was it always just me, loving in silence while you moved on? I was a butterfly caught in a storm, too delicate to survive, too easy to forget.

Still, I reached for the past, hoping it might reach back. But it never did. And in that quiet, I let myself burn in memories that only I seemed to carry. If I had bloomed—just once—in your eyes, would you have stayed? Or was I always meant to be a name time erased?

Even flowers that never bloom still dream of spring. And so I stay here, in this silent space, holding love like a flower that never had the chance to open.

                                                   *@sunsunzzy*

             ִㅤ °ㅤㅤ ໋ㅤ .ㅤ🌒ㅤ ִㅤㅤ*  ㅤ ִㅤ

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