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To our 𝘵͟𝘦͟𝘯͟𝘵͟𝘩͟ 𝘱͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘦: Maybe love was never about loud moments or perfect timing. Maybe it was always hidden in the quiet staying, in the way we still find each other after everything. I love you. 🖤
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To our 𝘯͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘵͟𝘩͟ 𝘱͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘦: We grew in ways that didn't always show. No grand declarations, just this simple truth, I keep coming back to. And it's you. 🖤
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To our 𝘦͟𝘪͟𝘨͟𝘩͟𝘵͟𝘩͟ 𝘱͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘦: Somewhere along the days, love turned into something that stays. It softened into comfort, into something familiar, something I find myself wanting, every day, with you. 🖤
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