I never thought I'd talk to him again... not like this... not this close. I had already cried all the goodbyes, already accepted the ending, already taught my heart how to live without him. And then... life brought him back. Same eyes... the ones that once felt like home. Same voice... the one that used to calm me. Same feeling... just a different us now. It's strange how the heart remembers everything the mind tried so hard to forget. Being with him again hurts in the softest way... like touching an old wound that healed... but not completely. A part of me is happy he's here. A part of me is scared to feel again. And all of me... is quietly wondering if this time, we'll choose each other without the fear of losing again.