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It had been exactly one year since she walked out of his life to pursue her dreams across the ocean. They both thought long distance would be a breeze, fueled by the fiery optimism of young love. But time and distance are thieves of intimacy. Slowly, the daily calls turned into weekly texts, and the texts eventually faded into absolute silence.

He looked at his phone again. He opened Instagram to post a story. He selected a bleak, beautiful picture he had taken of the Caspian Sea at dusk—grey, vast, and lonely. Sensiz Bosdu Heyat YГјkle

As the sorrowful strain of the Balaban mixed with modern synth beats, the lyrics pierced through his stoic defense. Life is empty without you. It had been exactly one year since she

He held his breath, staring at the green dot next to her name indicating she was online. Five seconds passed. Ten. Then, the typing indicator appeared at the bottom of their dead chat thread. Slowly, the daily calls turned into weekly texts,

His phone buzzed. Leyla had sent a message containing just four words that bridged the thousands of miles between them: "Mənim üçün də həmçinin." (For me too.)