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[From the Diaries]

I would die for it to happen again.

I had never felt more alive in my entire life than the moment I met him.

It was so many years ago, and yet I remember it like a dream. Not the blurry kind. The vivid kind. The kind where every detail is soaked in light. The air. The sound of his voice. The way my heart reacted before my mind even had time to process it.

I didn’t know then that a single moment could change the temperature of your whole world.

But it did.

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