The Shape I Wasn't Meant to Fit

Write about a Love that Asked you to Shrink

May 04, 2025

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I used to think love meant compromise. Until compromise started to feel like a quiet room. Like flinching before I spoke, or trimming edges he said were too much — too shar…

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