The years between us.....

The years between us.....

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✦ A love that began too early, and ended too late.❤️ "He loved her for her presence, not for desire." ---- They met in a small town that smelled of river water and old summers - where time moved slower, and hearts spoke in silence. They grew up, they changed cities, and life stretched years between them. Istanbul's noise swallowed her laughter; Ankara's cold taught him distance. But even time couldn't erase what neither dared to name. years later, their paths cross again - not in letters, not in dreams, but in a place that feels like a memory. And this time, they both know what it means to wait for someone you were never supposed to love. ___________________________________________________ ✨ A story about love that grew in silence, and the years that tried to erase it.
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