INK in nottingham, late '22.
we met. we didn't meet again, not once.
three years of texts: some "hi," some "how are you?"
no actual plans. just messages. just months.
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i said i'd write you one of these one day.
so.
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INK in nottingham, late '22.
we met. we didn't meet again, not once.
three years of texts: some "hi," some "how are you?"
no actual plans. just messages. just months.
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2025 came round, and there you went.
your name lit up — i hadn't seen it in years.
the spotify blend hit ninety-seven percent.
i think i blinked. and then i lost my fears.
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we both grew up on chocolate stars, you know.
you've got an m&s olive obsession.
you lie. i let you. that's just how we go.
"are we winning?" yeah we are. confession.
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so maya: kind, and quiet, and a liar.
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so maya: kind, and quiet, and a liar.
will you be mine for real? (we'd be on fire.)
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so.
p.s. don't tell anyone you said yes.
let's see how long you can keep lying about it 😉🫒