There are people who enter our lives like a passing breeze but leave an imprint as heavy as the sky. A minute apart, and it feels as if the emptiness stretches for a thousand minutes. A single encounter, yet in our dreams, we have relived that moment a thousand times.
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| Kyoto sunset |
It’s strange how someone we barely know can feel so familiar, as if we’ve met in another lifetime. Some meetings are fleeting, yet they carve themselves into the heart, leaving a mark that time cannot erase.
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| Into the wood |
Perhaps love and connection are not measured in hours or days. Sometimes, it’s not about how long we’ve known someone, but how deeply they touch our soul. Just one moment, the right person, the right time—and suddenly, our hearts hold a memory that lasts forever.
A Minute Apart, a Thousand Minutes of Longing. A Single Encounter, a Thousand Dreams.






















































































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