The world moves on, indifferent to the storm inside me. But in the quiet hours of the night, when the noise of the day fades, the truth remains: the distance between us isn't measured in miles, but in the ache of a soul that doesn't know how to let go.
: It isn’t just a feeling; it’s a physical weight. "Həsrətin ruhumu incidir"—your longing bruises my soul. It feels like carrying a mountain while trying to swim against a tide that only pulls me further from you. HЙ™srЙ™tin Ruhumu Incidir YГјklЙ™
: I look for your voice in the wind and your face in the crowds of strangers. Every song we loved now carries a sharp edge, cutting through the peace I try so hard to build. The world moves on, indifferent to the storm inside me