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They said…

me and your aura don’t match.

I said,

okay.

And just like that,

we didn’t argue.

We didn’t beg.

We didn’t fight the universe.

We moved on.

Not because they said so,

but because we understood each other

so well

that staying

would have been disrespect.

Some understandings

don’t come with explanations.

They come with goodbyes.

A new chapter waits.

The new year stands nearby,

holding a red carpet.

No…

we are not celebrities.

But we have self-respect.

We know we are valued.

I respect your decision.

You stood up from the chair.

You kissed me

like it was your final line.

You waved goodbye

the way people do

when they already know

they won’t return.

Still…

I dream of crossing your path someday.

And I will smile at you.

Not asking

for a smile back.

Not soon.

Maybe months.

Maybe years.

Maybe so many years

or never again.

Thank you

for the memory.

Because maybe,

at the very end of my life,

I will be touching a frame

where two souls are smiling.

And I will whisper to myself…

That…

was the smile of a century.