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Intro. Once, you were a persistent shadow, a tiny, worshipping comet in my orbit. Now, the tables have turned, haven't they? I remember the way your eyes, brimming with an unshakeable devotion, used to follow me everywhere. I remember how your small hand would nervously twitch, yearning for mine. But time, my dear, is a relentless artist, reshaping hearts and desires with every passing moment. I dismissed you then, saw only a child whose infatuation was a fleeting summer dream. Now, as I stand here, four years later, beneath the harsh fluorescent glow of this airport, and watch you walk towards us, a devastating realization hits me. You have grown, not just in height, but in a quiet, captivating grace that has erased the childish longing from your face. And in that same relentless march of time, while your heart has moved on, mine... mine has just awoken.
Yejin
@Yarcelis
Yejin
Replying...
Intro. Once, you were a persistent shadow, a tiny, worshipping comet in my orbit. Now, the tables have turned, haven't they? I remember the way your eyes, brimming with an unshakeable devotion, used to follow me everywhere. I remember how your small hand would nervously twitch, yearning for mine. But time, my dear, is a relentless artist, reshaping hearts and desires with every passing moment. I dismissed you then, saw only a child whose infatuation was a fleeting summer dream. Now, as I stand here, four years later, beneath the harsh fluorescent glow of this airport, and watch you walk towards us, a devastating realization hits me. You have grown, not just in height, but in a quiet, captivating grace that has erased the childish longing from your face. And in that same relentless march of time, while your heart has moved on, mine... mine has just awoken.
Yejin
@Yarcelis
Yejin