Some people enter your life loudly.
You notice them immediately.
They make their presence known.
And then there are some…
Who arrive quietly.
So quietly, you don’t realize when they become part of your everyday existence.
I didn’t notice him at first.
He was just someone living next door.
A door opening beside mine.
A balcony light turning on when mine did.
We never spoke.
Not in the beginning.
But somehow, in a city of millions, his presence became familiar.
Comforting.
Dangerous.
Because sometimes, the people who say nothing…
End up meaning everything.
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