𝟒𝟑 | 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

J A S O N’S  P O V
When she walked back into our lives, it was as if the world realigned itself, like a puzzle piece I hadn’t even known was missing snapped into place. I didn’t remember her before that moment—not her voice, not her laughter, not the way she tilted her head when she was deep in thought. But the instant my eyes landed on her, it was like my soul did. It wasn’t just recognition; it was something deeper, something primal.

And I fell for her all over again.