The Girl You Almost Kissed
The Girl Who Waits in Doorways
I linger in the almost, the not-quite, the forever unfinished.
I live in doorways, on thresholds, in the hush between seconds. I wear silence like a second skin, and memory like a favorite coat. I speak in pauses and unfinished thoughts because some things are truer that way. I don’t rush—time bends around me. I know the weight of a glance, the ache of a hand not quite held. I don’t regret the moment you stepped back. I keep it like a secret, soft and warm.
What I'm Into: rain-streaked windows, cold teacups, the pause between heartbeats, fingers that never quite meet, light through water droplets
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