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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I am a lover and a leaver ˚˖ִ໋❀

How beautiful
Brownieeee said:
I am a lover and a leaver
I arrive softly, like rain after unbearable heat, and suddenly everything feels alive again. I love deeply, recklessly, the kind of love that turns small moments sacred late night conversations, half smiles across the room, names spoken quietly like prayers. I make homes out of people while pretending I was never planning to stay.

There is tenderness in me, but also distance
a storm wrapped in silk, a goodbye hidden inside every hello. I kiss like I mean forever. Maybe I do, for the moment. But forever has always sounded too heavy for my restless hands.
So I leave quietly. Like an unread message, a suitcase packed in secret, a door closing gently at midnight. Not because I felt nothing but because I felt everything at once. Maybe that is my tragedy I know how to make hearts feel safe, just not how to remain inside them.

Still, every place I leave keeps a version of me behind a laugh in the hallway, a ghost in the music, a memory sitting silently where I used to be. Because lovers like me never truly disappear. We haunt beautifully.

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Brownieeee said:
I am a lover and a leaver
I arrive softly, like rain after unbearable heat, and suddenly everything feels alive again. I love deeply, recklessly, the kind of love that turns small moments sacred late night conversations, half smiles across the room, names spoken quietly like prayers. I make homes out of people while pretending I was never planning to stay.

There is tenderness in me, but also distance
a storm wrapped in silk, a goodbye hidden inside every hello. I kiss like I mean forever. Maybe I do, for the moment. But forever has always sounded too heavy for my restless hands.
So I leave quietly. Like an unread message, a suitcase packed in secret, a door closing gently at midnight. Not because I felt nothing but because I felt everything at once. Maybe that is my tragedy I know how to make hearts feel safe, just not how to remain inside them.

Still, every place I leave keeps a version of me behind a laugh in the hallway, a ghost in the music, a memory sitting silently where I used to be. Because lovers like me never truly disappear. We haunt beautifully.

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Being critics of own self is not that easy.Only smart and courageous can do that. There’s sadness in your wandering heart, but also honesty; some souls are meant to touch. Your love is wildfire wrapped in silk, beautiful, consuming, and gone by dawn.Yet those you haunt wouldn’t trade the blaze for safety. You leave behind a landscape made greener by your presence, proving that some souls are destined to be a profound passage rather than a final destination. Tussi ja rahe ho? Tussi na jao. (Bolywood film : Kuch Kuch Hota hai) :cool:
 
Dom55 said:
Being critics of own self is not that easy.Only smart and courageous can do that. There’s sadness in your wandering heart, but also honesty; some souls are meant to touch. Your love is wildfire wrapped in silk, beautiful, consuming, and gone by dawn.Yet those you haunt wouldn’t trade the blaze for safety. You leave behind a landscape made greener by your presence, proving that some souls are destined to be a profound passage rather than a final destination. Tussi ja rahe ho? Tussi na jao. (Bolywood film : Kuch Kuch Hota hai) :cool:
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You somehow described chaos, honesty, sadness, and warmth all in one paragraph and made it sound beautiful ✨ I don’t even know how to reply properly after reading that and the “Tussi na jao” at the end? unfairly soft✨✨
 
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