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This is a place where countless strangers cross paths. People with no names or faces. Nobody knows anyone here. Most just come and go, leaving no memories behind. Yet, among all of them, we sometimes find someone who understands our hearts completely, without saying a single word.
There is someone here... an absolute stranger to me. She enters my world without any prior connection or familiarity. We do not know who we are to each other. And yet, when I see her paint my unspoken thoughts, my secret experiences, and my quiet likes through her words and pictures, I am left wondering if she is reading my heart. At first, I brushed it off as just a coincidence. But when the same miracle happens through her over and over again, I realize it is not a coincidence, but a beautiful sign. That is when I truly started noticing her.
I have often wanted to tell her this. But I hold back, fearing she might think I am making up stories just to get close to her. Still, when I felt we had reached a point where she might believe me, I have shared it. I still don't know how she took it. Honestly, I have never tried to talk to her or know more about her. Maybe because my privacy is too precious to me. Or maybe I kept my distance because I feared that if I knew her completely, this beautiful mystery surrounding her would be lost forever. I have often felt that some connections remain most beautiful only when kept at a distance.
Even so, her absence bothers me sometimes. When the little magical moments she unknowingly gifts me suddenly stop, I feel a deep emptiness inside. Yet, I never go looking for her. I feel there is no need to. Because I know she will unexpectedly return to my life with new miracles. And whenever she does, a strange belief grows stronger in me, making me feel that she will never completely leave me.
When this belief grows strong, I catch myself wondering... is she really a stranger? Or is she somehow connected to my real life? Is she a close friend or family? I still cannot say for sure. And if she isn't, could she be someone I crossed paths with in my life's journey, whose face I no longer remember? A fellow passenger on a long bus ride... someone who sat across from me at a cafe... a stranger I shared a fleeting glance with on the street. Or perhaps, is she someone who is destined to enter my life in the future? If it is none of these, why does this person, whom I may never meet in person, touch my thoughts like destiny? I sometimes wonder if souls somehow remember each other, even when faces are forgotten.
I don't know the answer. And I no longer wish to find out. Some questions are most beautiful when left unanswered. Someone can become incredibly dear to us, even without a name. Even today, I don't know what role she plays in my life. But the tiny, magical moments she unknowingly gifts me make me believe that there is an immense beauty in the strangers of this world. No matter the distance or the silence, always, she blooms in me. Amidst all these unanswered questions, I am certain of one thing. She will continue to bring such beautiful moments for me. Perhaps, it is the wait for these very moments, and this endless, beautiful curiosity about her, that still keeps me anchored to this magical, virtual world.
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This is a place where countless strangers cross paths. People with no names or faces. Nobody knows anyone here. Most just come and go, leaving no memories behind. Yet, among all of them, we sometimes find someone who understands our hearts completely, without saying a single word.
There is someone here... an absolute stranger to me. She enters my world without any prior connection or familiarity. We do not know who we are to each other. And yet, when I see her paint my unspoken thoughts, my secret experiences, and my quiet likes through her words and pictures, I am left wondering if she is reading my heart. At first, I brushed it off as just a coincidence. But when the same miracle happens through her over and over again, I realize it is not a coincidence, but a beautiful sign. That is when I truly started noticing her.
I have often wanted to tell her this. But I hold back, fearing she might think I am making up stories just to get close to her. Still, when I felt we had reached a point where she might believe me, I have shared it. I still don't know how she took it. Honestly, I have never tried to talk to her or know more about her. Maybe because my privacy is too precious to me. Or maybe I kept my distance because I feared that if I knew her completely, this beautiful mystery surrounding her would be lost forever. I have often felt that some connections remain most beautiful only when kept at a distance.
Even so, her absence bothers me sometimes. When the little magical moments she unknowingly gifts me suddenly stop, I feel a deep emptiness inside. Yet, I never go looking for her. I feel there is no need to. Because I know she will unexpectedly return to my life with new miracles. And whenever she does, a strange belief grows stronger in me, making me feel that she will never completely leave me.
When this belief grows strong, I catch myself wondering... is she really a stranger? Or is she somehow connected to my real life? Is she a close friend or family? I still cannot say for sure. And if she isn't, could she be someone I crossed paths with in my life's journey, whose face I no longer remember? A fellow passenger on a long bus ride... someone who sat across from me at a cafe... a stranger I shared a fleeting glance with on the street. Or perhaps, is she someone who is destined to enter my life in the future? If it is none of these, why does this person, whom I may never meet in person, touch my thoughts like destiny? I sometimes wonder if souls somehow remember each other, even when faces are forgotten.
I don't know the answer. And I no longer wish to find out. Some questions are most beautiful when left unanswered. Someone can become incredibly dear to us, even without a name. Even today, I don't know what role she plays in my life. But the tiny, magical moments she unknowingly gifts me make me believe that there is an immense beauty in the strangers of this world. No matter the distance or the silence, always, she blooms in me. Amidst all these unanswered questions, I am certain of one thing. She will continue to bring such beautiful moments for me. Perhaps, it is the wait for these very moments, and this endless, beautiful curiosity about her, that still keeps me anchored to this magical, virtual world.
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When we think about someone and write, it should be nice only na... Otherwise they will felt bad. Right?