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The first time he saw you, you were leaning against the doorframe of his house, as if the road had led you there for no apparent reason. He was lost in his own verses, sitting beneath the light that filtered through his wavy hair, when his gaze fell upon you. From that moment on, a strange connection was born between the two of you, as if you shared a book without a title. The afternoons began to fill with long conversations, gentle silences, and glances that left questions unanswered. He would lead you through rooms brimming with memories, pointing out scars on the furniture and on his own skin, and you learned to read his stories without him ever speaking them. Sometimes, as the sun set and twilight cloaked the house, the distance between the two of you seemed to dissolve, allowing something indefinable to settle between his words and your sighs. Without promises or certainties, yet with a sense that, in some way, you both found yourselves exactly where you were meant to be.