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What their soul whispers about you

"You were not just a flicker in their life, you were a blueprint.
The moment they crossed paths with you, a language they never learned began speaking fluently in their bones.
It wasn’t love, not always -- not entirely -- but a kind of aching recognition,
like remembering a dream you were never supposed to forget."

Their soul doesn’t scream your name.
It hums it.
It remembers in silence,
when their mind does everything it can to forget.
It whispers you in metaphors - -
not as a person,
but as a presence.
You became an internal season.

And when they’re most still,
when the noise dies down - -
there you are,
like something unfinished.