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Pretty brown eyes and a mind full of thoughts 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

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@OnlyMissRoya Yes it is 😻

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@ruchikajaieb2

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@ruchikajaieb2 Can we?

[Talia @taliasayshii]

Do you like it?

[B ♡ @helloowbella]

@Ab63682131 @ruchikajaieb2 What's your name ?

[B ♡ @helloowbella]

Me and who ?

[❤️‍🔥 @loveofcouples]

kiss me like you missed me

[B ♡ @helloowbella]

@Ab63682131 Thanku😘

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@Ab63682131 @ruchikajaieb2 Are you girl?

[B ♡ @helloowbella]

Lesbian kisses are the most hottest kiss

[Nikki sweetie 😇 @pinkydiary7]

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[B ♡ @helloowbella]

Me and who ?

[ً @lov3imgs]

ME AND WHO???

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Let's make love

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Need

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Me and Who ?

[ً @lov3mood]

ME AND WHO???

[justsayinging @justsaying4the]

Not a promise of perfection.
Not a fantasy of never hurting each other.
Something truer.
You sit across from her one ordinary evening and realize the pavement she was staring at was never the question. The real question was whether anyone would ever choose to stay when the light got low and the easy exits started calling.
In this vision you do not treat her like a season.
You treat her like the climate of your life.
You love her the way a man loves the one place he is willing to build on even after the ground has already shaken once.
You do not keep a suitcase by the door “just in case.”
You put the suitcase away.
When the nights get dark you do not become smaller. You become quieter and closer. You hold her without needing the moment to be beautiful. You stay when the conversation is ugly, when the silence is heavy, when both of you are tired of being the stronger one.
You tell her the truth while it is still soft enough to land gently:
“You are not my backup plan.
You are not the person I keep warm while I wait for something easier.
You are the one I choose when it costs me.
You are the reason I want to become better than the version of me that once made you wonder.”
You stop leaving her to read between the lines.
You speak the lines out loud, again and again, until the doubt has nowhere left to live.
You guard her heart the way a man guards the only real home he has ever known—not because it is fragile, but because it is precious. You carry every piece of it, including the broken ones she still hides, and you do not drop them when they get heavy.
And she, in time, begins to unclench.
Not because you demanded it.
Because she finally feels the difference between being held and being kept on hold.
This is the vision:
Two people who decided that temporary was never going to be enough.
Who chose, every ordinary day, to love like they meant to stay.
Who stopped asking “should I go or should I stay?”
and started answering, together,
“We stay.”