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Closeness isn't always a measured distance; sometimes it's a feeling that resides in the heart—a hand finding comfort in another, a presence that makes the world less harsh, and a silence that needs no explanation. Some moments are best left untold, for they are lived quietly and remain in memory unchanged: warm, profound, and filled with that beautiful feeling that makes us believe the most beautiful thing in life isn't the number of people around us, but the presence of that one person with whom we feel we don't need to pretend to be strong or hide our weariness. It's enough for us to be ourselves, and it's enough for them to remain close.

Sometimes, we don't need many words to understand our feelings; the quiet of the place, the coolness of the night, and a hand resting next to another are enough, as if the world and all its noise vanishes for a moment. There are people who make the simplest details different, who make the road quieter, time more beautiful, and even silence itself hold meaning. And perhaps the most beautiful thing in life is finding someone close to us with whom we feel safe without having to explain anything; their mere presence is enough to make everything alright.

شَمس أنا لإ أَعتذرُ عن ضوئي ولا أستأذن للظلمة أَنا الْيقِينُ حين يتكاثرُ التردّدُ وأنا السّندُ إِذا تخلى الكل أشعلَ نوري مِن ذاتي وابقِى كما أَنا مُشرقةً حتّى وإِن لم يَراني أَحدُ