Every time someone dies...someone is born....
Death is beauty....
The strange part of loving someone is that you dont know you love them until they love you.
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just what I think of strange world...
Some feelings bloom quietly, lingering through time like the changing seasons.
Their story was never rushed, never loud-just a series of moments neither could forget. But love isn't always about grand gestures; sometimes, it's about the silence in between.
A tale of unspoken emotions, fleeting chances, and the question-does love wait?