Hello, as I Wish

We spent thirteen years in the same city, practicing how to miss each other. Childhood is like the sleeves of a shirt that can be easily separated on the clothesline, and youth is like the note that is passed around in the exercise book, only the true words are missing. There was no obstruction, no misunderstanding, not even a proper farewell. Only later, the city became a transparent cage. We know all the details of each other's lives, just like we are familiar with our own palm prints, but there is always a constant, safe distance that no one can cross. Memories are the bricks and tiles of this cage - the flowering tree. When you were sheltering from the rain under the tree, I just got into the taxi that was leaving. We have so many "could haves" that we can build an airtight wall. At that moment, I suddenly understood that some stories have their final chapter written before they even begin. Nothing happened between us. And this is all. A long note on "the regret of nothing." It is not about loss, but about "never having"; it is not about struggle, but about "silent sinking". You have also hidden a person in your heart as a museum that no one knows about. This story may be an echo of your silence.