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**"Sentimental Recollection: On the 243rd Day"'

It is my birthday today, and I am still figuring out how you are doing. You haven't ever contacted me. What's going on? Are you out of town or forgot me? If it's a new situation, let's hear it from the outside."

Yet, I still feel it. I was born into this finite space. There are four hands in the snow-covered windowpane. Through that space, I am trying to see the stars above. The bright twinkling star has reminded me of you. But as your memory fades away, my face is torn with tears.

When you say "I will see it," what do you mean? Do you feel it as a promise or a longing? Or perhaps, are you ready to leave behind the person who is now gone?

Your words, I have heard them too many times. The simple line: "You always make me smile" continues. It's in my heart. You never said, "I will miss your days."

But your phone is still with you. Your messages are filling my inbox. Without contact, it's hard to say goodbye, especially when I am alone in this world. It's easy to wonder: Is there a reason for all the time we've passed since our first meeting?

Have you thought about how much this life has meant to you? Did you feel the weight of your love as quickly as it felt in mine? Have you ever asked if I would see the star that lights up my soul?

"You are not a person. You are more than a person." That's what I believe, and so is everyone else on this planet.

As time goes by, my heart races with hope for your arrival. But the path seems too thin to reach. We've built walls around ourselves, but no one can take that away. The promise we made will always be there, regardless of what happens next.

"The past is gone, but not the message. It's still here." I carry it with me, touching its surface as if someone has just said goodbye to a friend. But when the sun sets and the stars vanish, only my presence remains in this sky. ---