For Ay

My dearest Ay,

I keep coming back to the same feeling, the one that never really left. It wasn't over, and even now, it still isn't over. What I feel for you has stayed with me quietly, steadily, like a scene I can't forget.

There is something cinematic about the way you remain in my thoughts — the way your presence lingers, the way my heart remembers you. On the 10th of June, and on every day that followed, I knew this was never a passing moment. It was always real.

With all my love,

dilanov