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PART 1: Chronicles of Loving Someone Who Was Never Mine

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Kiara
Kiara

PART 1:

How to Feel Everything for Someone Who Agreed We Weren't Feeling Anything

I was scrolling TikTok the other day when this lady came on my For You page. She said, "One thing we can agree on if you find yourself in a situationship is that both of you don't love you enough."

Ouch. You're too loud. You don't have to shout, I thought.

Suriel Hess was onto something when he said, "Over and over again the lesson I have to learn is, It's not love but it's still something, its enough to keep me from running from you."

Let me tell you how thrilling falling for him was

The Loving

1/5

Have you seen how he sparkles when he laughs?

How his wintergreen eyes look like they have seen the whole world and carry it with them.


2/5

It's the lingering touch of his hands all over my body.

He holds me and it feels safe, like I am home.

He also holds me and it leaves me aching for more.

He hugs me and for a second I lose my breath and my mouth suddenly has no words.

I want to live inside his warm embrace.


3/5

On nights like this I want you to grab my thigh like I'm the water you need to quench your thirst.


4/5

It's the way those eyes confess that I am the most beautiful thing to exist.

It's how you are wowed every time you look at me

I was so consumed but would soon later learn that he could only give just enough to keep me warm but never enough to sustain me through winter.

And winter always comes.

And so did winter come, stay tuned for part 2


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