Until we meet again
Four years have already passed
since the day I first saw those shining eyes,
since I first saw those soft, squishy cheeks,
since I noticed those beautiful pierced ears,
since I held that slender back in my arms,
since I rested beside those gentle legs,
since I held those warm hands in mine,
since I felt the warmth of that heart.
Four years have passed
since I saw the most beautiful girl in my life,
the kindest soul I had ever known,
the hardest-working person I had ever admired,
and the most loved person I had ever held close.
And somehow, after all these years,
a part of me is still waiting for you.
I waited for your return.
You know I did.
I kept holding on to that little hope
that one day, somehow,
you would walk back into my life.
But you never did.
And I still wonder —
what happened to the promise we made?
Was it only a promise for that moment,
or was it something our hearts truly meant?
Then, slowly, I realized something.
No matter how strong our love is,
no matter how deep our bond becomes,
there are rules in this world
that even love cannot break.
There are distances
that arms cannot cross,
goodbyes
that words cannot undo,
and moments
that even the strongest heart
cannot bring back.
Some things are simply beyond us.
But if this world has rules
that can keep us apart,
then perhaps it has not taken everything from us.
Because it cannot stop us
from meeting again.
I promise you —
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we will meet again.
If not in this life,
then surely in the next.
Perhaps our paths will cross again
somewhere beyond the years,
beyond the distance,
beyond everything that separated us.
Perhaps fate will intertwine our lives again
as if we had never been apart.
Until then,
we may have to remain strangers
to the world,
and perhaps even to each other.
But you will never be a stranger to my heart.
You will always remain there —
laughing,
smiling,
living in that little corner of my memory
where time cannot reach you.
And whenever I remember you,
perhaps the world will become a little quieter,
and I will remember
what it once felt like
to breathe without fear of losing you.
So please, wait for me.
Not because I want you to stop living,
but because I want to believe
that somewhere, somehow,
our story is not finished yet.
Until the day our paths cross again,
live happily.
Keep smiling.
Keep being the person
I was always proud to love.
And if there is another life waiting for us,
I hope fate is kinder to us there.
Until then,
I will carry your memory with me —
not as a wound,
but as proof
that once, in this vast world,
I was lucky enough
to love you.
And if you ever wonder
whether I still remember you,
I do.
I always will.
