they’ll remember your words, the ones that lingered long after you stopped speaking. the way you wrote like breathing, like you couldn’t help but turn feelings into sentences. they’ll remember your quiet observations, your sharp metaphors, the way you made the ordinary sound poetic. you were the one who gave language to things they never knew how to say and in their memory you’re not a voice, you’re the page they keep coming back to.
ᩘ♡ : dear gvcio
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