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发表于 2025-8-4 15:57:58
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She wasn’t just a girl I met. She was a moment in motion—laughter echoing off walls I didn’t realize I’d built. Our time together didn’t beg for fireworks or dramatic declarations. It simply was—uncomplicated, real, and quietly profound. There was ease in her presence, like breathing fresh air after too long underground. She saw past surface words and met me in silence too, where most people avoid looking.
We didn’t talk about forever, but something about those fleeting hours stitched itself into the fabric of my days. A look, a joke, a shared glance that said: “You get it.” And I did. She didn’t just brighten my night—she left behind a softer kind of echo, the kind that hums when the world goes quiet.
Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s everything. But it mattered.
And if she’s out there thinking back, even once… then maybe some chapters write themselves, even if no one reads them out loud. |
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