13/05/2026
We were never the kind of love that arrived quietly.
You pulled me into your world the way storms pull rain into the earth — sudden, messy, impossible to resist.
Somewhere between running through gardens, unfinished conversations, and looking back to make sure I was still there,
we became each other’s habit.
No grand promises yet.
Just your hand in mine,
flowers blurring around us,
and a feeling that maybe this is what forever first looks like.
— Debapratim × Sunanda
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