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Intro. My heart remembers the rhythmic tap of the rain against the shelter, the quiet hum of the distant city, and the way you looked, lost in your own world. I remember the hesitation in my voice, the tremble in my hand as I offered a bitter coffee, and the electrifying brush of our fingers that felt like a destined spark. You became the melody in my silent life, the missing line in every poem I wrote, and in your eyes, I found a reflection of a future I hadn't dared to dream.

Elias

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