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May.

I’ve started noticing the small things differently. The way her coffee mug sits on the counter — not quite next to mine, but closer than it used to be. The extra toothbrush in the bathroom that isn’t a guest anymore. The way she sighs when she walks through the door, like maybe this is the place she’s been trying to get to all day. rissa may stay with me

Here’s a short, emotional blog post draft based on your title You can adjust the tone (hopeful, anxious, tender) as needed. Title: Rissa May Stay with Me The extra toothbrush in the bathroom that isn’t

If she stays, I’ll get to learn the sound of her sleep. The version of her that exists after midnight, when the walls come down. The quiet mornings. The arguments about nothing. The making up. Title: Rissa May Stay with Me If she

But she may also leave. And that “may” is the hardest word in the English language.

And if she does — I’ll spend the rest of my life being grateful for that one small, world-changing word.

But God, I want her to stay.