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She was like the 28th of February, and he was the 29th.
They were separated by just a single day on the calendar, yet life placed four long years between them.
So close that anyone looking from afar would think they belonged together. Yet every time the world turned another page, time quietly reminded them that closeness does not always mean togetherness.
Some people are like that. They exist almost within reach close enough to be felt, impossible to be forgotten but never arrive in the same season.
Sometimes, love isn't measured by distance. Sometimes it's measured by timing.
She was February 28th. He was February 29th. Just one day apart yet four years too late🌺