It was a conversation measured not by time, but by intensity. Words came and went like waves, light, yet capable of leaving deep marks. Sometimes, simply being present is enough to fill a void we didn't even know existed. Still, I can't deny that the possibility of seeing also carries its own charm. You told me you were "another," but in the silence that followed your words, I keep wondering... is it really another, or just an even more fascinating version of what I've already seen?