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Dear Ms. K
<p>I did not expect you to arrive like that.</p><p>Two weeks is a small country, but I built a future in it. I planted my name beside yours in invisible soil and watched it bloom in the dark. You spoke and I heard not just your voice, but the echo of something that had been waiting for me all my life.</p><p><br/></p><p>I knew you were not mine to reach for, I knew there was another shadow standing where I wished to stand, yet my heart moved toward you the way rivers move toward the sea, without asking permission.</p><p><br/></p><p>Now we meet in passing corridors of air and silence. Our eyes touch, and in that touch there is recognition, there is memory, there is everything we refuse to name. We stand still for half a second too long, then look away like disciplined strangers who have agreed to bury a small, sacred fire.</p><p><br/></p><p>I carry those two weeks as if they were years.</p><p>I carry them in the way I breathe, in the way I measure time, in the way I pretend not to look for you and fail. The world calls it brief, insignificant, forgettable. But my heart knows it as a beginning that had to end before it could become real.</p>
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