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Holding on

Kavya
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It wasn't about two months; I just wished you'd be beside me, if only for that one day.

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just_curious_tho

What was going through your head that night when you saw him? Like, did part of you want to say something, or were you just... stuck?

What was going through your head that night when you saw him? Like, did part of you want to say something, or were you just... stuck?

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Holding On

Two months of silence,

two months of waiting,

my heart still clings

to the echoes of your voice.

You once saw me,

your eyes lit with a crush,

I was your world,

your calls, your messages,

every moment was mine.

But fights carved cracks,

arguments built walls,

now only short calls remain,

empty words, hollow tones.

I reached for you,

I wanted to remind you —

I saw you drunk,

laughing with friends,

and I stood there,

wondering who I am to you.

We are still in love,

at least in name,

but I feel like a shadow

in your fading flame.

I remember the bike rides,

the warmth of your hand,

the eye contact that spoke

what words never could.

I longed to hug you,

to hold you close,

but the moment slipped,

and nothing happened.

Two months of pain,

two months of longing,

I remain here,

with love that bleeds,

but refuses to die.

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  • just_curious_tho

    What was going through your head that night when you saw him? Like, did part of you want to say something, or were you just... stuck?

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  • quick_gut_check

    That moment of seeing him laughing with friends while you're standing there... yeah, that hits different.

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  • nodding_along

    The bike rides stuck with me. There's something about remembering when someone actually saw you.

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