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Chapter 82 - Sixty-four days too late

Almost ten months—

just three days away.

A year—

only sixty-four breaths from now.

Time kept building something sacred

while I stood inside it

like it would never fall.

Four years

of my heart choosing you

in quiet ways,

in unnoticed moments,

in every small, soft corner

I didn't realize

you had already filled.

And still—

I was careless.

Careless with your trust,

with your love,

with the way you held me

like I was something

worth protecting.

I didn't see

how rare you were

while I had you.

I didn't carry your heart

the way you carried mine.

And now I'm left

counting everything

I should have cherished

while it was still mine.

You—

who stayed

when I was at my lowest,

who loved me

through every version of myself

I didn't even understand.

You—

soft in all the right ways,

strong in the ones that mattered,

beautiful in a way

that had nothing to do

with the outside

and everything to do

with your soul.

I told myself

you would always be there.

And that was my mistake.

Because now

I feel the absence of you

in everything—

in silence

where your laugh used to live,

in emptiness

where your arms used to hold me,

in the spaces

where your voice

once felt like home.

I didn't love you

for what you gave me—

I loved you

because you were you.

I asked God for you

before I ever had you,

and now I find myself

praying again—

not for someone new,

but for you,

for us,

for one more chance

to do it right.

Because I remember you

in pieces that won't leave me—

your smile

that reached your eyes,

your laugh

that felt like music,

your presence

that made everything

feel softer,

safer.

And if I could choose

one thing

to keep forever,

it would be you

exactly as you are—

your voice,

your laugh,

your eyes

that held so much light

I never learned

how to deserve it.

Now every night

feels like a quiet prayer—

that this isn't real,

that I'll wake up

and find you beside me,

that somehow

love like ours

doesn't just end

like this.

I know it's selfish

to still hope,

to still reach for you

from a place

I pushed you away from—

but I don't know

how to unlove you,

and I don't know

how to live

in a world

where you're no longer

mine.

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