He walks like he’s carrying a thousand dreams—ours and his—on that runway. Each step, calm but full of fire. And in that moment, the lights didn’t shine on him… they followed him, like hearts that never stopped loving

He walks like he’s carrying a thousand dreams—ours and his—on that runway. Each step, calm but full of fire. And in that moment, the lights didn’t shine on him… they followed him, like hearts that never stopped loving

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