@cjkooo
Funny how I used to think love meant big gestures—turns out, it’s just Mom remembering I hate mushrooms, or Dad pretending not to notice when I steal his coffee. You’d think after all these years I’d get it, but nope, still waiting for some grand revelation while they’re out here quietly holding the whole damn sky up. What if they stopped? Would I even know how to breathe without them whispering “eat something” every five minutes? Guess I’m stuck being grateful.
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