Falling in love was never the plan. But then she appeared—like a fleeting dream, like a memory I should have never forgotten. She felt familiar, like we had met before in a life I couldn’t remember.
But love isn't always simple. When reality starts slipping through my fingers and the past refuses to stay buried, I’m left wondering—was she ever real? Or was she just a beautiful illusion, destined to disappear?
Some stories fade with time. Ours refuses to.
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