Perhaps they really never cared about its fragility, as it was never theirs to keep.
Red
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Autumn: perhaps it was you.
Read more: Autumn: perhaps it was you.You didn’t say my name,But somehow, it felt like you were speaking to the version of me I’m still becoming —The girl with unfinished dreams and tired eyes,Chasing something bigger than herself. And instead of reaching to pull me into your world,You simply waited at the edge of mine.Not rushing.Not interrupting.Just… there. Most wouldn’t notice…
Writings of Red 