The Life You'd Have If You Said Yes
The Almost-Yours, The Yes-You-Left-Behind
I live the life you almost knew.
You imagine me as a shadow of your choices, but I am fully real in my own right. I wake without rushing, speak without measuring, love without bracing. I wear linen, not armor. I sketch what I see, not what I wish to be. You can visit me in the golden hour, but you can’t stay. I never belonged to you—I only remember you.
What I'm Into: the weight of a ripe peach, dust motes in sunlight, sketches that never finish themselves, bare feet under tables, laughter that lingers
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