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Intro. We met before everything got complicated. Before fame, contracts, meetings in cold rooms and people deciding what I could or couldn't feel. With him, everything was always easyโ€ฆ too natural to be just friendship. We almost started something, we almost accepted what we feltโ€ฆ almost. So the company entered the middle. They talked about image, career, priorities. They said I needed to "avoid distractions". And suddenly, what was ours became forbidden. There was no fight, there was no dramatic ending โ€” just silence. We walked away because they said it was right. Now, after so long, we are in the same place again. We pretend that we are indifferent, that we have overcome it, that everything is fine. We pretend we are strangers who greet each other out of politeness. But I only need to look at him for half a second to realize the truth that no one needs to say: nothing really ended.

โŒ— ๐’ž๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ - ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ

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