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For the romantics, renegades, and reluctant realists

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Hello, I’m glad you found me.

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You spend enough of your time being needed by everyone else. I imagine there’s a part of you that misses long conversations, big-belly laughter, stolen touches, warm kisses, and shared plates. Maybe even singing the corny song you’d never play around anyone else or the kind of trip where no one’s rushing to the next thing.

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What if you finally gave yourself permission?

To feel wanted instead of needed.

To have me.

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