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🇲🇱Merci pour les services rendus à la NATION, monsieur le Président 🙏🏾, Le constat, à cet anniversaire, c'est que tous ceux qui ont participé à l'animation du groupe locataire du boulevard de l'indépendance sont en train de lire l'heure. •Certains ne sont plus de ce monde, • les uns sont en fuite ; • les autres en prison ; • un autre groupe contraint de se taire à vie. 🔴Le dénominateur commun de tous : C'EST LE REGRET « s'ils le savaient ». Hélas pour eux. En tout cas les prédictions du boss Denkoro DOUMBIA sont en marche • Sur les 9 ans, il reste encore 3 ans. 🟢🇲🇱Qu'allah t'accorde sa grâce éternelle monsieur le Président. Ancien dignitaire sous IBK avec fierté 🫡🇲🇱#malitiktok🇲🇱 #armeemali vive les Mali
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They had been together for eight years. Eight years of waking up beside each other. Eight years of birthdays, anniversaries, random midnight calls, arguments over the smallest things, apologies whispered beneath blankets, and promises made with the certainty of people who believed they would grow old together. For eight years, Lisa never questioned whether Jennie would still be there tomorrow. Until one day, she started noticing that Jennie was already slowly leaving. Not physically. Jennie was still there. She still sat beside Lisa at dinner. Still answered her messages. Still kissed her forehead before going to sleep. But something had changed. Something Lisa couldn’t name. And somehow, that frightened her more than anything. “Love?” Lisa looked up from her phone. Jennie was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, holding two cups of coffee. “You’re awake already.” Jennie smiled faintly. “Couldn’t sleep.” Lisa reached for the cup. “Bad dream?” “No.” Jennie sat beside her. “I just couldn’t sleep.” Lisa looked at her for a moment longer. There was a time when she could tell what Jennie was thinking just by looking at her. Eight years had made them experts at knowing each other. But lately, Lisa felt like she was staring at a stranger wearing the face of the woman she loved. “You okay?” Lisa asked. Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” The answer came too quickly. Lisa smiled anyway. “Okay.” She didn’t ask again. She had become good at that. Pretending not to notice. At first, Lisa thought it was just a phase. They had been together for eight years. Maybe relationships simply became quieter after so long. Maybe the butterflies disappeared and were replaced by something more comfortable. Maybe love wasn’t supposed to feel exciting forever. So Lisa tried. She tried harder. She planned dates. She surprised Jennie with her favorite food. She bought little gifts without a reason. She sent messages during the day just to tell Jennie she missed her. Sometimes Jennie responded with a heart. Sometimes with a simple: “Miss you too.” And Lisa would stare at those three words for a long time. Trying to convince herself that they still meant the same thing. One night, Lisa came home with flowers. Jennie was sitting on the couch, watching television. “For you.” Jennie looked at the flowers. Then at Lisa. A smile appeared on her lips. “Thank you.” Lisa sat beside her. “I remembered you liked these.” “I do.” Jennie accepted them. Lisa waited. She waited for Jennie to lean closer. For her to kiss her cheek. For her to say something. Anything. Instead, Jennie simply placed the flowers on the table. Lisa’s smile slowly disappeared. “Are you okay?” Jennie looked at her. “Yeah.” “You’re sure?” “Yes, Lisa.” There was no anger in Jennie’s voice. But somehow, hearing her name instead of love hurt. Lisa nodded. “Okay.” She looked back at the television. Neither of them said anything. The flowers remained on the table between them. Beautiful. And slowly beginning to wilt. Jennie tried too. That was the part that hurt the most. She really did. She tried to bring back what she once felt. She looked through old pictures of them. Their first date. Their first anniversary. Their first apartment. Their first trip together. Lisa laughing with her head thrown back. Jennie remembered how much she used to love that laugh. How she used to think she could listen to it forever. She remembered the girl she was eight years ago. The girl who couldn’t imagine a future without Lisa. So she tried to find that girl again. She tried to look at Lisa the way she used to. She tried to feel the warmth she once felt whenever Lisa held her hand. But instead of love returning, something else grew inside her. Guilt. Because Lisa still loved her. She could see it. In every cup of coffee Lisa made. In every message. In every small gesture. In the way Lisa still reached for her hand while sleeping. Lisa loved her exactly the same. And Jennie couldn’t give that love back anymore. That realization made her hate herself. Not because she had done something wrong. ⬇️⬇️ #jenlisa #au #fyp #angst
They had been together for eight years. Eight years of waking up beside each other. Eight years of birthdays, anniversaries, random midnight calls, arguments over the smallest things, apologies whispered beneath blankets, and promises made with the certainty of people who believed they would grow old together. For eight years, Lisa never questioned whether Jennie would still be there tomorrow. Until one day, she started noticing that Jennie was already slowly leaving. Not physically. Jennie was still there. She still sat beside Lisa at dinner. Still answered her messages. Still kissed her forehead before going to sleep. But something had changed. Something Lisa couldn’t name. And somehow, that frightened her more than anything. “Love?” Lisa looked up from her phone. Jennie was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, holding two cups of coffee. “You’re awake already.” Jennie smiled faintly. “Couldn’t sleep.” Lisa reached for the cup. “Bad dream?” “No.” Jennie sat beside her. “I just couldn’t sleep.” Lisa looked at her for a moment longer. There was a time when she could tell what Jennie was thinking just by looking at her. Eight years had made them experts at knowing each other. But lately, Lisa felt like she was staring at a stranger wearing the face of the woman she loved. “You okay?” Lisa asked. Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” The answer came too quickly. Lisa smiled anyway. “Okay.” She didn’t ask again. She had become good at that. Pretending not to notice. At first, Lisa thought it was just a phase. They had been together for eight years. Maybe relationships simply became quieter after so long. Maybe the butterflies disappeared and were replaced by something more comfortable. Maybe love wasn’t supposed to feel exciting forever. So Lisa tried. She tried harder. She planned dates. She surprised Jennie with her favorite food. She bought little gifts without a reason. She sent messages during the day just to tell Jennie she missed her. Sometimes Jennie responded with a heart. Sometimes with a simple: “Miss you too.” And Lisa would stare at those three words for a long time. Trying to convince herself that they still meant the same thing. One night, Lisa came home with flowers. Jennie was sitting on the couch, watching television. “For you.” Jennie looked at the flowers. Then at Lisa. A smile appeared on her lips. “Thank you.” Lisa sat beside her. “I remembered you liked these.” “I do.” Jennie accepted them. Lisa waited. She waited for Jennie to lean closer. For her to kiss her cheek. For her to say something. Anything. Instead, Jennie simply placed the flowers on the table. Lisa’s smile slowly disappeared. “Are you okay?” Jennie looked at her. “Yeah.” “You’re sure?” “Yes, Lisa.” There was no anger in Jennie’s voice. But somehow, hearing her name instead of love hurt. Lisa nodded. “Okay.” She looked back at the television. Neither of them said anything. The flowers remained on the table between them. Beautiful. And slowly beginning to wilt. Jennie tried too. That was the part that hurt the most. She really did. She tried to bring back what she once felt. She looked through old pictures of them. Their first date. Their first anniversary. Their first apartment. Their first trip together. Lisa laughing with her head thrown back. Jennie remembered how much she used to love that laugh. How she used to think she could listen to it forever. She remembered the girl she was eight years ago. The girl who couldn’t imagine a future without Lisa. So she tried to find that girl again. She tried to look at Lisa the way she used to. She tried to feel the warmth she once felt whenever Lisa held her hand. But instead of love returning, something else grew inside her. Guilt. Because Lisa still loved her. She could see it. In every cup of coffee Lisa made. In every message. In every small gesture. In the way Lisa still reached for her hand while sleeping. Lisa loved her exactly the same. And Jennie couldn’t give that love back anymore. That realization made her hate herself. Not because she had done something wrong. ⬇️⬇️ #jenlisa #au #fyp #angst
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