In the Silence of a Foreign City

I’m sitting in a secluded part of the park, surrounded by autumn leaves, which cover the ground in colorful carpets. The cloudy sky hangs above, and the air is filled with a light chill. Everything around me seems to have quieted down — there’s not a soul in sight, only me and the fallen leaves, as if the world has paused for a moment. And in this silence, my thoughts slowly wrap around my soul like a veil.

I think about how wonderful it would be to find someone who understands you with just a word, someone who shares your thoughts and ideas. Someone who is as well-read, as intelligent as I am. Someone who also teaches English, just like I do. This person must be smart, elegant, and care about their appearance, because for me, looking after oneself isn’t just about how others see you, but how you show respect to yourself and to those around you.

Time, no matter how much we wish it would, doesn’t stand still, and I realize there is a small age gap between us. But it doesn’t matter. Age is just a number, and feelings and understanding are beyond time. Age doesn’t matter when there’s something more between us than just habit.

This person, with whom I always want to be, with whom I share every thought, every glance. With whom no words are needed because everything is already said with eyes, a smile, every movement. This is the one I want to spend all my days with, the one I truly adore.

And at this moment, amid the autumn silence, under the dim sky, I realize that you are the one I’ve been waiting for all my life.

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