I saw you again  by the window, sunlight resting on your face like time had never learned to move. I stood a little away, camera in hand, trying to keep the moment without touching the silence. It felt real  the kind of real that lingers even after the dream fades. And when morning came, you found your way into my world again  not in a call, but in a picture someone else shared. Two years, and still my heart remembers how light looked when it touched you. Maybe love doesn’t always end; sometimes it just changes into presence  quiet, distant but still somewhere near the window.