Every time she laughed, the universe paused not out of fear, but admiration . She wasn’t made for quiet hearts or simple stories . She was the kind of girl you'd write songs about, then play them alone at 2 a.m. , wishing she was still yours .
𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝓵ׂ𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁
𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝒜ngels 𝖼𝗋𝗒 ׅ
I didn’t fall for you I walked straight into the fire, smiling, hoping you’d burn me slow. Your absence feels like a wound can’t touch, your silence louder than any goodbye, and I’m trapped in a longing no touch could ever satisfy. They say love heals, but you showed me how beautiful it is to bleed without ever being touched.