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It's not mine. In this life, we all meet someone our hearts can never forget. The strange thing is... they were never meant to be ours. You'll admire them. They'll have every quality your heart has quietly carved into your mind. They'll feel like another version of you, living somewhere else. You'll experience a different kind of life with them—one where you can neither get too close nor walk away. Sometimes they're your friend, and other times they're a stranger. And the days keep passing.

You'll search for a reason to hate them, but you won't find one. You'll be afraid of becoming attached, yet you'll realize that you already are. And sometimes... just sometimes, you'll believe they belong to you. Then you'll let out a silent sigh and whisper: "They are not mine."

You've moved away from me, but I swear you haven't left my thoughts for a single moment. Every moment that

passes, I miss you more. Even places remind me of you. Your laughter, your words, and your presence that used to soothe my heart—I haven't forgotten you, nor have I forgotten the days we lived through, whether simple or precious. Your absence isn't easy. Longing has taught me to suffer in silence, and some memories make the heart smile and cry at the same time because you were in them... I'm tired of all this.