"I know the seasons will change and leave us behind, but please, grant me this silence. Let me tell you how, in a world drowning in noise, your voice is the only melody I still recognize. How in a sea of infinite directions, every path I take eventually turns back toward the memory of you. Let me tell you how you are the gravity I would surrender to, even if it meant falling forever. The storm I would walk into, not for the shelter, but just to feel the air you breathe. I know our names will never be written in the same sentence, but please, let me memorize the shape of your shadow. Let me love you in the quiet spaces between heartbeats—in a language the world hasn’t learned yet, and with a depth that time cannot erode. Even if it is a love that only I am meant to carry, let me carry it until the end."
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