I was seventeen when I chose him over everything.
Back then, it didn’t feel like a sacrifice. It felt like clarity. Like the kind of love people spend their whole lives searching for.
We met in high school. He wasn’t loud or flashy. He didn’t try to impress anyone. But being around him felt steady. Safe. Like I could finally exhale.
We were young, completely in love, and convinced nothing could touch us.
We were wrong.
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