I've always respected the distance between us the quiet yes, the quiet no because even a glimpse of you in real time has always felt like more than enough. Strange, isn't it how someone can live inside your imagination for decades, becoming something almost myth, almost divine… and still remain so entirely human in the moments that matter most. You born somewhere between myth and legend. People always say it's your smile but they don't see the way I do. They don't see the slight hesitation before you laugh, or how your confidence bends—just slightly in that one place you think no one notices: and I love it I've always noticed. And I've always stayed. I wonder sometimes what it means that we've existed in these quiet, hidden chapters: upstairs….. in passing hours, in spaces that belonged only to us and disappeared the moment we stepped back into the world. Were we reckless? Or just honest in a way life doesn't often allow? Years passed but not a single one erased you. Not the memory of laughter over something simple like a shared meal, where nothing important was said and everything important was felt. Not the way your smile begins at the edges, as if it knows something the rest of us don't. Not the way your eyes God, your eyes could light something in me that no amount of time could dim. And maybe that's why this moment exists this final crossing of paths, this almost-ending that feels more like a quiet acknowledgment: that whatever this was it mattered. Not for what we did. Not for what we almost did. But for how you made me feel seen, held in a way that didn't ask questions, remembered without needing proof. You've lived in my thoughts like a story I never wanted to finish and maybe I won't. Because some people aren't meant to be understood fully only felt. And you you will always be that feeling. You are imprinted on my soul.