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@emotionalsupportNPC People might wonder why I always come back here to write—why I choose to pour my heart out in this space instead of just telling you all of this in person or sending it in a message. But the truth is, this place means something to me. This is where we started. It’s where you first saw me, where we slowly found each other, word by word, thought by thought. Somehow, coming back here feels like returning home, to the place where it all began. It’s my way of remembering how far we’ve come, and how much of us still lives here. Lately, everything has felt so heavy. The days blur together and I catch myself fighting just to breathe through the noise. And I know you feel it too. We’re both trying—trying to keep it together, to stay strong, to keep being who we are while everything around us keeps shifting. Healing isn’t linear, and some days it feels like we’re just floating through the storm, holding on to anything that feels real. But even when it’s hard, even when I feel like I’m falling apart, I find comfort knowing that you’re out there doing your best too. That somewhere in all this chaos, we’re still choosing to keep going. It’s lonely sometimes, this kind of life—having to carry yourself through everything, with no one to fall back on, no one to hold you when the nights get too long. I used to live like that, quietly breaking, pretending I was fine. But with you, I don’t have to pretend anymore. With you, I found safety. I found something solid. You became the hand I reach for when I’m lost, the voice that grounds me when my mind runs too far, the warmth that keeps me from going cold. You make me feel like I finally belong somewhere—like I finally belong to someone.
emotionalsupportNPC
@esnpcustomerservice when i decided to go to you it wasn’t about proving anything. i just wanted to walk the places you’ve been. to understand the world that shaped you. even if you decided you didn’t want to see me, i think i still would’ve gone. because somewhere along the way you stopped being just someone i cared about. you became part of how i see things. you’ve made space for me in ways i didn’t even know i needed. my life feels lighter now. there’s laughter where it used to be quiet. you call me princess and treat me like one and i thought chivalry was dead and somehow you still get flustered every time i do something which makes me want to do it again just to see that look on you. you’re home to me even when we’re not in the same place. five weeks isn’t long bb just another small stretch of time before i get to see you again. i can’t wait to pick you up at the airport. ps, take bibble.
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