He fell in love at five and never stopped saying it – over lunch boxes, crumpled drawings, and flowers stolen from neighbors' yards.

He was warmth, noise, and golden promises. The kind of boy who swore he'd marry you and meant it, every single time.

But love stretched thin across cities, and under the weight of distance and doubt, he slipped. Quietly. Carelessly. Into someone else’s arms.

Now he's back, smiling like he never left, hugging like it still means something.

He doesn’t say sorry. He says “I missed you.”
And maybe that’s worse.

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