Bila Hatimu Pergi

There's a feeling in it - as if time has slowed down for a second, just to give the heart a chance to catch its breath. When everything has been said, but the silence between the words speaks louder than any confession. It feels like just a little bit more and everything could be brought back, but reality stubbornly shakes its head: "too late." There's no overt drama here, just a gentle regret, as if someone is carefully turning the pages of an old photo album where each page features hands once tightly intertwined. The warmth is still alive somewhere nearby, in memory, in the air, in the chord that got stuck between an inhale and an exhale. And even if our paths have diverged, somewhere deep down, a promise echoes – to wait. Not because you have to, but because it's impossible otherwise.