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You once believed your life had already become what it was meant to be. Quiet, predictable, moving forward without much excitement. Not unhappy, just steady. You had learned how to live without expecting too much, and in that way, you were at peace. Then you met someone who seemed made entirely of feeling. Someone who moved through the world as if it was still worth believing in. Someone who laughed easily, cried without shame, and looked at ordinary days as though they were still full of possibility. You used to think you had seen everything life had to offer, that nothing new could truly surprise you anymore. And yet, the way he looks at the world makes you wonder if perhaps you stopped looking too soon. His hope is strange at first, almost naive, but slowly, it begins to touch you. You look at them and think, “I don’t think I will ever change.” But for the first time in a long while, you find yourself wondering what it might be like to try again. M. | passing weather March 2026


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