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To the hearts that thought they were too young to understand love,
yet still carried its flame quietly, faithfully, for years.

To those who remember — who ache to feel again the sweetness of love
in its rawest, truest form,
the kind that lingers, the kind that becomes eternal.

For every soul who doubted if they could ever love,
only to realize that every word spoken,
every street walked,
every festival celebrated,
were no longer separate moments —
but became one, brighter and softer,
because love had touched them.

This is for every Thanish who waited,
and every Sarika who feared,
only to learn that love was never gone.
It had only been waiting...
to return,
to bloom,
to belong.

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 —𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈."

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