Workonbee

*WHEN WE COMPLICATE LOVE 💔➡️💋*

Brumy was done hiding it.
She loved Mike.
And she knew there was a chance he’d say no.

She still called her best friend.
Even though she already knew she’d ignore the advice if it wasn’t what she wanted to hear 😅

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Mike loved her back.
Deeply.
More than he could explain.

But he couldn’t show it yet.
Not because he didn’t want to.
Because he was still fighting his own head.

He told himself:
“I need to become the man she sees when she looks at me.
I need to love myself the way she loves me first.”

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So when Brumy confessed…
Mike didn’t say “goodbye”.

He said “bye, for now.”

Because some loves aren’t meant to end.
They’re just paused.

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That night?
Eyes locked.
One kiss that said everything words couldn’t.

It ended in “to be continued… in the morning” 🔥

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Next morning, Brumy left a note:
*“See you later.”*

Like it’d be hours.
When deep down, they both knew…
It could be years.

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*The question is:*
When love pauses like this—
Who hurts more?
Who heals faster?
Who does the family side with?
And how does it _actually_ end?

Drop your take below 👇
Would you wait for a “bye, for now” love?



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Hello 🥰

*How I Want It To Start vs How I Want It To End*

*How it starts:*
In my little fantasy, it’s slow. Calm. Romantic.
I’m in something soft, a little revealing.
You come up behind me in the kitchen.
The air is warm. Not too hot. Just right.

Your breath hits my neck first.
Then your arms—strong, but gentle—wrap around my waist.

*How it ends:*
Your kiss moves from my neck to my ear.
Every nerve stands at attention.
You turn me slowly, pulling me against your chest.
Your scent wraps around me. I close my eyes and breathe you in.

I stop typing here.
Because some things are better felt than explained.

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I’m not the wild type.
I don’t want rushed. I don’t want careless.
I want touch I can remember.
Moments I can replay without regret.

I just want one person.
One real connection where I don’t have to explain what I need every single time.
Where I know them, and they know me.
Beautiful, gentle, a little crazy—in the best way.

That’s the fantasy.
Not broke. Not lonely. Just real.