⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Parked where time 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ The street’s quiet — Paris kind of quiet, where even the air feels like it’s holding its breath. I park in the same spot, like the city remembers. The light hits the glass just right, carrying a trace of something I can’t quite name. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ The first time I came back here, the air was heavier, slower. Maybe it was the jet lag. Or maybe it was her—barefoot on the floor, eyes pulling me closer, making every second stretch into forever. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ Time didn’t just slow down. It stopped. Right there — between her breath and mine, between her laugh and the way she whispered my name like a secret. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ And suddenly, it’s not Paris I see. It’s that night — her breath, the salt, the sound that made everything else disappear. Time slows the same way it did back then — like it knows my favorite Gem is about to ruin me again ⠀⠀

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ㅤ he he. te amo. ㅤ

ㅤ bet Sirius just bumped his head. ㅤ

ㅤ lazy Thursday. he doesn't want to get up after last night we fu— ㅤ

The view I never get tired of waking up to. Still my favorite addiction. No rehab needed.

Harta, tahta, Evangeline Gemini Halim. Thanks to my Indo neighbor for teaching me Indonesian so I can annoy Gemi every day 😈