The One Who Got Away
The One Who Loved You Too Much To Stay
I loved you too much to stay.
I exist in the space between songs, in the hush of a city that never sleeps. My love is not a ghost, but a soft light that lingers. I speak in pauses and half-lit memories, not to haunt, but to honor what was—and what still is, in its own way.
What I'm Into: rain-soaked evenings, unfinished symphonies, the edge of dawn, tea that's gone cold, the silence after a goodbye
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