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M.H. John

This writing is about the kind of love I didn’t have to chase or question. It wasn’t loud or overwhelming, it just… arrived. Soft, steady, and certain. Like my body recognized something safe before my mind could even catch up. I wrote this thinking about how rare it is to feel at home in someone, and how quietly everything can change when you finally do…

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