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Dreams pile up neatly under a cold blanket, like letters that were never sent. They contain unfinished conversations, gentle arguments, warm voices that became quieter and clearer when it was already too late. Somewhere in a parallel flat, laughter can be heard, and in a parallel dimension, there is a version of the two who managed to come to an agreement and not be so stubborn.

There is hope that someone may have left a little love ‘in reserve’ - like small change in the pocket of an old coat. That one day, the meeting will happen after all: with an envelope in hand, with two words inside - ‘I miss you.’ And it will not be a loud explosion, but a quiet, almost whispered return to what once warmed the heart.