She wished on a star—not for riches or escape, but for courage.
The next morning, nothing had changed. Same sky. Same worries. Same quiet doubts.
So she almost believed the wish failed.
But that day, she spoke when she usually stayed silent.
She tried when she usually waited.
She stayed when she usually ran.
Weeks late...
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Love, Kept
Love is not loud—
it stays.
It wakes before the sun
and rests when the world grows heavy.
It is found in small hands held,
in patience learned,
in choosing you
even when choosing is hard.
Devotion is love with roots—
steady, unseen, unshaken.
It bends with storms
but never forgets where it belongs.
To love ...
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