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I will keep writing letters, and every single one of them will be about you, even if we never speak again. I will write about longing as if I have never known your name, and about missing someone as if I have never felt that kind of emptiness. Yet the truth is that every word I write is born from the memories you left behind. You may never read these letters, and even if you do, you may never realize they were always meant for you. Still, I will continue writing, because some feelings are too heavy to remain trapped inside the heart. So I will leave pieces of you between my lines, hidden in every pause, every silence, and every sentence. And even if one day you become nothing more than a distant memory, you will still be the meaning behind every letter I write, even when your name is no longer there.