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the one who’s in love always wins - sentimental being

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it was one of those evenings that didn’t ask to be remembered, the kind that sits quietly in your life without announcing its importance and maybe that’s why it stayed.

it was one of those evenings that didn’t ask to be remembered, the kind that sits quietly in your life without announcing its importance and maybe that’s why it stayed. the sky was impossibly blue, the kind of blue that feels almost fictional, like it belongs to a painting someone spent too long perfecting and the air had that soft, in-between stillness where the day hasn’t fully ended but night is already thinking about arriving. i remember standing there for no reason, just existing in that suspended moment, watching the first yellow lights come on in people’s homes, one by one, like tiny…

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