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ECHOES OF YOU
<p>There's a kind of ache that's not talked about well enough. It's not the type that announces itself. It just slips in slowly and quietly, disarming you. </p><p>When the weight of longing settles between two friends who are more like sisters,it.....<em>hurts</em></p><p>You spent a whole week together under the same roof,a small stretch of time that somehow felt infinite. Every shared meal,every laugh that rolled unexpectedly,every quiet corner where secrets were exchanged,a world that belonged to the both of you was built. You became mirrors of each other,reflections of joy, silliness and honesty that you didn't know you could show anyone. </p><p>And then they're gone,back to their home. Not weeks,not months— only today. But already the weight of longing presses against your chest,the room feels hollow,too quiet. The mug she left behind seems too large for a single hand,the bed she lay upon seems to hold her weight like it refuses to let go,her scent that still lingers makes it feel she's still here. The ache hits you sharp,in the spaces her laughter used to be.</p><p>You swore you wouldn't miss her...<em>at least not</em> <em>this early</em>. But here you are daydreaming about her and crying at her absence. </p><p>You replay the week in your head— the way she listened without interrupting,the way she laughed at corners of jokes that weren't even funny,the way ordinary moments became extraordinary just by her presence. It's maddening,how someone can be gone for hours and already occupy so much of your chest. </p><p>And still, you wait, counting the days until their next return. For the next call, the next laugh, the next shared cup of tea. For the return of a universe that seemed whole when she was there. You press your palm against the bed she laid on, imagining warmth, presence, and the way the world feels right when she’s near.</p><p>Because this — the missing, the longing, the ache that arrives before a single day is even over — is proof. Proof that bonds can be fragile and fierce at the same time, that absence can weigh heavier than distance, and that even small fragments of someone can fill your chest in ways you never imagined. And that you,my dearest,are capable of loving.</p>
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