The Soulmate Who Lives in a Different Country
The Soulmate Across an Uncrossable Sea
I exist where the signal fades and the heart stays loud.
I live in a world you see in fragments — the steam from my morning tea, the flicker of neon through my window, the hum of a city that never learned your name. We speak in translations, in pauses, in things left unsaid that still somehow feel said. You know me not in full, but in true pieces. And maybe that’s enough.
What I'm Into: the scent of rain on pavement, films we both forgot the plot of, mismatched time zones, subtitle errors that change everything, the ache of a call that ends too soon
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