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This goodbye felt heavier, an ending written long ago, now unfolding. He gripped memories already gone. Heartbeats sounded like words he never said. Heartbeats sounded like words that no longer meant anything.

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I was once your future—now I’m just a guest.

Not far from the altar, I’m at the back, kissing the best man.

The universe sure loves irony.

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He brushed the ash from his lapel and met my gaze.

“Dublin doesn’t ask for explanations,” he said, “not from people like us.”

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Salt on his skin. Fingers digging in. ‘You’re not afraid,’ he says. No answer, just breath, too close.

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“By noon, there wasn’t much to do—couldn’t do much, really. We’d take a siesta in the shade, lying close, waiting for the cooler hours to return.”

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‘One of my most memorable kisses was at a campus party in university with Daniel Cooper—a laid-back surfer with a big, sweet smile. During truth or dare, he was dared to kiss me. I was blushing as everyone laughed, but he handed me a shot, grinned, and kissed me—a deep, intense French kiss. The room went silent, everyone gasped, and he just laughed while I sat there, completely stunned.’