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🎀Inkwell of the Heart🎀

𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

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inkwelloftheheart · 30 minutes

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Remember that poetry slam? My voice was shaking. Pouring my heart out on stage. And there you were, eyes shining brighter than the spotlight. Holding a worn copy of the same poem. The one that dared to dream of forever.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 3 hours

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We built our forever on stolen moments, whispered dreams, and a shared love for the overdramatic.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 7 hours

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Forever. It used to be this vast, mythical creature. As a story whispered in lullabies. Now, it's the morning coffee shared in comfortable silence, the way his hand finds mine under the table during family dinners, the goofy nicknames that still make us blush. It's the wrinkles etched around his eyes. A map of laughter lines we created together.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 21 hours

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A 'forever' not bound by grand gestures, but by the quiet moments, the shared dreams, the unwavering support.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 1 day

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Sometimes, when the world feels a little too loud, a little too chaotic, I close my eyes and I'm back in that room, bathed in fairy lights. I hear the gentle strum of your guitar, feel the warmth of your gaze. It reminds me — this. This messy, beautiful thing we've built. This is our forever.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 1 day

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You're not just my lover anymore. You're my best friend, my confidante, the keeper of my secrets and the sharer of my joys. You're the laughter in the silence, the comfort in the storm.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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Remember the time we met? How excited we were to get to know each other. I miss that spark.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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I keep replaying the night at my doorstep, the awkward conversation under the streetlight. Was it my fault? Did I become boring? Did the spark we had just…dwindle to embers? Questions swarm my mind like angry bees.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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It's a scary unknown. Silent scream trapped in my throat. Is this it? Is this the end of our story?

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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They say space heals, but right now, all I feel is the vast emptiness it's created.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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Oh, how it hurts. This space feels more like an ocean separating us. Vast and unforgiving. I just want to rewind, to that first stolen kiss, to the nervous flutter of butterflies in my stomach whenever he was near.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 2 days

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Missing each other can sometimes make the heart grow fonder. Time apart can make you cherish the time you spend together even more.

-Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 3 days

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You see the dreams hidden beneath the covers of my books. And with your unwavering support, I dare to believe in them. In turn, you let me peek behind the curtain of your world. The late-night rehearsals, the nervous anticipation before a performance - it was all so thrilling, so alive.

—Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 3 days

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"You show me a side of myself I never knew existed. A side that craves connection, that yearns to be part of something bigger."

-Flynn Caulfield

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inkwelloftheheart · 3 days

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On a rainy Tuesday, you walked in. A whirlwind of mismatched eyes and nervous energy. You somehow managed to crack open the door to my carefully constructed solitude.

-Flynn Caulfield