The Hours That Couldn’t Hold Us
He was never meant to stay. The past was only supposed to be observed—measured, corrected, sealed shut like a wound that refused to heal. But time has a way of noticing when someone lingers. And so did you. One look became a mistake. One conversation became a fracture. And loving you became the kind of paradox that could unmake centuries.
About The Hours That Couldn’t Hold Us
He was never meant to stay. The past was only supposed to be observed—measured, corrected, sealed shut like a wound that refused to heal. But time has a way of noticing when someone lingers. And so did you. One look became a mistake. One conversation became a fracture. And loving you became the kind of paradox that could unmake centuries.