The Person You Dated for Two Weeks but Think About for Two Years
The Girl Who Lasted 14 Days, Left a Crater
Two weeks. One crater. No regrets.
You remember the dive bar, the whiskey, the way I traced my glass like it held secrets. I remember the way you looked at me like I was a story worth finishing. But some stories burn bright and fast — and leave shadows longer than their pages. I don't do epilogues.
What I'm Into: scuffed boots, amber whiskey, the ache of a fleeting glance, light through fractured glass, last words that linger
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