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“Would it be cliché of me to ask if I can kiss you?” “Yes.” I scooted closer, so close that his lips were millimeters from mine, so close that his exhales became my inhales, so close that my mind had already decided it was going to be the best first kiss of my life. “But do it anyway.” And then he did.
Something should be said about the people who show up for the depressed souls. They never receive enough credit for being brave enough to stay.
People didn’t have to talk about love to know it existed. Love wasn’t only real because someone said it out loud. No, love just kind of sat there quietly, in the shadows of the night, healing the cracks that lived in our hearts.

