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How long had it been? She couldn’t say for sure. Six years? Ten? Maybe more. It felt like an eternity. A blurred, almost unreal time. And yet, that afternoon, as the salty wind slipped through the half-open windows of the seaside house, Harlow felt the past gently knocking at the door of her memory.

Rosa was tapping nervously at her laptop keyboard, brows furrowed, lips pursed. She was trying to edit a series of pics, but the software wasn’t cooperating. It wasn’t so much the technique she lacked..it was patience.

Sitting a few feet away near the window, Harlow watched her quietly, without a word. She cherished these moments of silence, even if they were sometimes laced with a strange emptiness. A void she struggled to name. She remembered… or at least, she tried to. Sometimes, memories slipped through her like grains of sand. The image of that man.. once so vivid in her mind.. was growing blurry now, like an overexposed photograph. There were days when she wondered if she had dreamed it all. And others, when a scent, a song, a burst of laughter would suddenly awaken a sharp ache. She missed it. But she could no longer remember exactly why. And that made the absence even crueler.

She knew she had loved. Deeply. She remembered it in her body, in her skin. But the details… the details were fading. She missed him.. not like an old habit one longs for, but like a piece of herself that had been misplaced. And sometimes, Harlow wondered: did he miss her, too?

A sudden noise startled her. Rosa had slammed her laptop shut. “I give up!” she said, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling.

Harlow smiled softly, tenderly. She said nothing, only reached out her hand. Maybe she would forget some things. Maybe some memories would slip away for good. But she hoped Rosa would stay. Her presence. Her warmth. The strong bond they nurtured day after day. Another kind of love. A love that endured time.