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It always finds me before I think of him, or of you, or even of myself, before all else. Twenty-one isn’t just the hour, it’s a wound that ticks, an echo without a voice, an unspoken “I loved you” from another life that ended with eyes wide open. When everything felt like a beginning, when our hands hadn’t yet learned to let go, when time still tasted of summer. Twenty-nine the day I was born, the day I left myself to live inside someone else. It may be coincidence, I say, but the clock doesn’t lie, nor do my eyes when I see him again without even looking.
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2/10/2026