We both remained foolish. Seven years have passed, and somehow neither of us has gotten any better at building boundaries. If anything, we are still stuck at trying to build one—in every possible way. Every failed attempt, every awkward conversation, somehow finds its way back to that night. A phone call. A short elevator ride. Soft longings neither of us should have entertained. The night was no longer young, and everything already felt blurry. My consciousness recognised ve

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Hello everyone. Good evening. Adel’s here. I hope all of you are well physically and mentally. It’s been a while since I last posted an...