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Unrequited Admiration
Want without return still counts in the body.
Admiration without return is not a tragedy genre. It is pulse misfiled — moth logic, flame logic, the same bad math.
Distance does not erase the want. It archives it in the body’s private library.
Meeting on the street still edits the breath. That is not hope. It is physiology refusing to update.
Zestful is a kind word. Accurate might be hungrier.
The want stays in the catalog.
JV · Dark Heart Labs