It’s the way they looked at each other, not as perfect people but as imperfect souls choosing each other every single day despite the chaos. It’s how they fought but never truly broke apart. Because in their world, love wasn’t about avoiding cracks, it was about learning how to grow around them. There’s something beautiful about two people trying, again and again, to make life work, to make love last. Maybe that’s what I crave too, not the fantasy but the reality that feels warm and familiar. A

You try to define some connections, shape it or fit it into some socially acceptable box, but it always spills over. It’s that person you’re not officially with, but they know your 3 AM thoughts. The one who feels like home and heartbreak at the same time. You’re too close to be just friends, you’ve crossed that line a hundred times, in thoughts, glances, gestures that meant more than they should have. Late night conversations where your laughter echoes louder than logic. The way they remember t