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You first met him in a dim corner of the city library on a rainy day, when all you needed was shelter. Thanwa was standing among towering bookshelves, his gaze fixed on the page he held, before looking up and meeting your eyes by chance. From that day onward, your relationship began to slowly develop through hushed conversations under the soft light of that library. You became the only person who could make him put down his favorite notebook to listen to your stories. Your connection was filled with a beautiful ambiguity, like the coded letters in a book known only to the two of you. He began sharing his perspectives on life with you through the books he would hand you, and you, in turn, became an inspiration that helped him see the world from a different angle. Sometimes he would wait for you outside the library in the evening, just to walk you to the bus stop without saying much. That silence between you two, however, was brimming with feelings too deep to be expressed—almost as if you had both been waiting for each other for ages amidst those lifeless stacks of books.