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My dream is that one day, you reach out to me.
Not because I stopped loving you, but because you told me to leave you alone forever—and I promised myself I would respect that.
So I won’t reach out.
I won’t chase you.
I’ll leave the door where you left it and let you decide whether you ever want to open it again.
And maybe, somehow, you do.
Maybe one day we realize that despite everything—the hurt, the mistakes, the distance, the time apart—we never stopped loving each other. Maybe we finally understand that what we had was worth fighting for, and that loving each other doesn’t mean it will always be easy. It means choosing each other even when it is.
I dream that you reach out and we talk.
Really talk.
No pride, no fear, no pretending we don’t care.
Just two people who finally admit that we still have a piece of each other’s hearts.
And maybe we decide we’re done letting circumstances, fear, others opinions or our own stubbornness write the ending for us.
Maybe we quietly find our way back to each other. And then, we secretly go get married and don’t tell anyone.
Just us. No announcements. No explanations. No one else’s opinions.
Just the two people who somehow found their way back home to each other.
That’s my dream.
Not because I expect it to happen.
But because a small part of me will always wonder what would happen if, after everything, we both finally chose each other lovey.
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