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Where are the lovers?
Where. Are. The lovers? Not the placeholders. Not the “let’s just vibe.” Not the almost-something that never becomes anything. I’m talking about the ones who still treat love like it’s sacred. Because somewhere along the way we started confusing access with intimacy. Bodies are available. But vulnerability? Rare. All gas. No brakes. Touching skin without ever touching souls. Sex is rushed while intimacy starves. Sex is rushed while intellect sits unnoticed in the corner. Sex
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