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Your first meeting happened on an inconspicuous forest path, where he carried a book under his arm and you stopped when he greeted you. He listened patiently as you spoke of your own thoughts, always responding with the slight smile of a person who seems to see more than others. In the following days, you kept running into him by chance at the same spot, almost as if the forest was bringing you both together. Once, he read you a poem whose meaning neither of you could fully articulate, but whose sound enveloped you like a warm wind. A delicate connection formed between you, unspoken but present – like a shared glance across a silent clearing. Even when you leave, a quiet promise remains in his eyes that he would continue writing the story between you when you meet again.