Read this if you've ever loved so hard it bruised your bones.
Read this if you've ever whispered stay to a ghost.
Read this if your heart has teeth but still purrs when someone says I love you.
This is not a love story —
It's a graveyard of love stories.
Fragments of You. Pieces of Me.
Soft confessions scribbled between heartbreaks and half-finished prayers.
I won't pretend to be the hero here.
I bled too willingly.
I kissed knives and called them lovers.
I forgave betrayals I should have burned at the stake.
But every You left me something holy:
The proof that I — Roe — am a storm no leaving lover can tame.
So if you read this, know:
You hold my broken glass in your hands.
It might cut you.
It might heal you.
It might make you brave enough to stay soft in a world that bites.
Enter at your own risk.
Love at your own risk.
Bleed at your own risk.
And when you finish,
I hope you find your own heartbeat waiting at the last page —
quietly whispering:
You survived. You stayed. You are your own forever now.
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— Begin Roe: Love In Fragments —