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In Every Corner, You Will Find Me
“In every corner, you will find me.”
That’s what he used to say, back in the 1970s when love felt like a vinyl record spinning on repeat, a melody that never faded.
But then life took its turn, like it always does.
It started with a bittersweet goodbye.
He had to leave, chasing dreams across the ocean, leaving her behind with promises whispered in the wind.
Three years they had shared, laughter echoing in the corridors of time, but now he was bound for a distant land.
He told her he’d come back and find her. He told her to wait for him.
“We’ll write letters,” he said, his voice trembling with the weight of separation.
And they did. Oh, how they did.
Each word inked with longing, each sentence a bridge across the miles.
But then, as time marched on, the letters dwindled.
They got lost in the labyrinth of postal routes, tangled in the web of fate.
Three year turned into five, and then ten.
She waited, her heart aching with each passing day, each unanswered letter a silent plea in the night.
