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" Who gonna hold you? Me. Who gonna know you? Me. " - TTPD
That night, the air was freezing, and the silence wrapped around everything. I walked alone, hearing only the echo of my own footsteps. Every corner of the street seemed farther away, darker, as if the entire world was slipping away from me. Inside, there was an emptiness I couldn’t fill, an invisible weight I’d been carrying for too long. I had learned to live with that feeling, pretending to be strong, pretending I didn’t need anyone. But that night... that night was different.
Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. My heart jumped to my throat, and for a moment, I feared I was even more alone than I had thought, abandoned even by my own shadow. But then I felt a hand brushing against mine—warm, reassuring—and my breath caught. I turned around, and there he was. Him. Always him.
He stood there, like he had always been there. There were no words between us; there never really were, because we didn’t need them. His eyes, deep and full of something I couldn’t quite understand, looked at me as if I was the only person in the world. My heart began to beat faster, that feeling of safety, of being truly seen, after so long.
"Who will be here when the world lets you go?" His voice was a whisper, but every word seemed to fill the space around us.
I swallowed, feeling the knot in my throat slowly loosen. "You," I answered. My voice trembled, but I was sure. He had always been there, through the hardest moments, even when I didn’t deserve it. He was always there.
"Who really knows you, even when you no longer know who you are?"
His gaze pierced through me, as if he could see beyond every mask, every shield I had built over time.
"You," I said again, more confident this time. Because it was true. He was the only person who had never stopped seeing me, even when I could no longer recognize myself in the mirror. He was the one who could read between the lines of my silences, my fears, everything I couldn’t say.
He held my hand, and suddenly, the cold I had felt just moments before disappeared. The emptiness inside me shrank, as if it had been replaced by something warm, something real.
We walked together, without speaking. There was a strange peace, as if in that silence, I had everything I needed. I didn’t have to explain myself, I didn’t have to justify anything. He was there, and that was enough. The world could keep falling apart around us, I could keep feeling lost, but with him beside me, I knew I would never truly fall.
“Why are you always here?” I finally asked, breaking the silence with my soft, almost imperceptible voice. I don’t know why I was asking him just then. Maybe I needed to hear him say it, once and for all.
He stopped and looked at me, with those eyes that seemed to hold all the missing pieces of me. “Because you’re you,” he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
And in that moment, I understood. It didn’t matter how hard the road was, how many times I stumbled or doubted myself. He would be there, always. Not because he had to, not because I had asked him to, but simply because he wanted to be.
We started walking again, my heart lighter, my thoughts less heavy. And, for the first time in a long while, I felt that everything would be okay. Not because the world would change, but because, no matter what happened, he would be there. Always him. Always us.
" 'cause everytime i get to cloose, i just go mess it up " 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ - MIU
In the beginning, everything with him seemed simple. There were laughs, silent gestures that spoke louder than words, an understanding that needed no explanations. Every day spent together felt like a small miracle, yet inside me, something began to crack. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t our story. It was that voice in my head, the one that never stopped. It whispered that I wasn’t enough, that sooner or later, I would ruin everything. And every time I tried to push it away, it returned stronger, more insistent.
He looked at me with eyes full of love, and I wanted to believe it, truly. But every kind word felt like a promise too big, too fragile. As if a breath could shatter it. So instead of letting myself go, I started to build walls around my heart. It was to protect myself, or maybe to protect him from me. The closer I got, the more I felt the fear grow—the feeling of inadequacy, of never being enough for everything he seemed to give me without asking for anything in return.
In the end, I was the one to destroy it all. I thought leaving him would be the right thing, that by doing so, I would put an end to my uncertainty and constant guilt. I said goodbye, hoping the void I felt would fill with peace, but instead, it left only a silence that was more deafening. I hoped distance would free me from my fears, that I could finally breathe again. But without him, every breath felt heavier, and my loneliness wrapped around me like a shadow I could no longer shake off.
I never stopped thinking about him. Memories of his laughter, his gaze, those moments when everything seemed possible flooded my mind. Every time I told myself it was better this way, another part of me screamed that I had made a mistake. I knew he was moving on, that his life continued without me, while I remained stuck, trapped between what I had lost and the fear of never being able to redeem myself.
I tried to convince myself that I was okay, wearing smiles I didn’t feel, like a mask behind which to hide the chaos within me. I found myself checking my phone, hoping for a message, any excuse to reach out to him again. But every time I thought of getting closer again, I stopped, paralyzed by the terror of making another wrong move, of ruining everything once more.
Sometimes I wondered if it was right to seek him out, if I was just clinging to a dream that could no longer exist. I felt like a castaway trying to hold onto a wave slipping away. Yet every thought returned to him, to us, to what we were and what we could have been if I hadn’t allowed my insecurities to smother everything.
I longed for a second chance, even though I knew it might just be an illusion. I wanted to show him that I could change, that I could be the person he needed. I dreamed of going back, of fixing what I had broken, of breaking the bad habits that had erected barriers between us. But every time I thought of him, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late, if his heart had already found a new direction.
Deep down, though, I knew that the real obstacle had never been him, but myself. My fears, my doubts, were like chains holding me captive. Until I learned to free myself from them, I would remain trapped in this cycle, destined to ruin every beautiful thing I touched. And maybe then, I would be truly ready to begin again. Maybe then, I would be ready to love without the fear of not being enough.
girlfriends who date.
LINGLING SIRILAK as FAHLADA THANANUSAK and ORM KORNNAPHAT as EARN SANITHADA episode 6 of THE SECRET OF US
me but instead of writing i was thinking about how too many songs related to my prev situationship and how it would've absolutely wrecked me 2 months ago but how it's ok now bc i'm over it (am i though)
who's up listening to this gracie album because i'm TWEAKING!!! im gonna be WRITING ABOUT THIS!!
felt good about you til i didn't... fell hard then i lost your interest
all my friends they tried to stop me wanting you but i was never meant to listen, not until i found a reason
turn me into something tragic, just for you i let it happen
so aren't you sad about the fact that you can't write me? i cheered the loudest for you when you won your trophies i'm on thе ground, how's the weather on your planеt? an empty house, the noise is loud, it's how you stand it
well i knew it, i know you, i called it and it makes me wanna cry sometimes
"and i can't lie and claim confused when i know just what happened/ you got bored and i felt usеd, now i'm all sad about it"
and i hate to pull the plug, but i think i get your deal i finally know better than to wait for you back here
creds, graciesfullmachine on pin
that’s just the way life goes
i push my luck, it shows
NEW GRACIE ABRAMS ALBUM HOW WE FEELING?!?!?
GRACIE AND TAYLOR COLLAB WTAFF SO EXCITED
taylor and gracie timed this shit perfect for my monthly mental breakdown- see me tonight with my chai tea, glasses on, wrapped in a blanket and sobbing violently.