I’ve been watching it happen, even when I shouldn’t have.
Even when I was out on the dance floor with Trish, her hands on my shoulders, her laugh too close to my ear, my attention kept slipping back across the room. Over the tops of heads. Between bodies. Always finding Gracie.
Like I’m a compass spinning and she’s my true north.
— Feb 26, 2026 04:37AM
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