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Life, as it often does, had other plans. The "months" turned into a career in a distant city; the "years" turned into a marriage to a kind woman who had passed away three winters ago. He had lived a full life, but he had never forgotten the girl with the braided hair and the promise.

He sat there every Tuesday at sunset. Fifty years ago, he had sat on this exact spot with Aigerim. They were twenty, full of fire and dreams of a future that seemed infinite. That evening, before he left for his studies abroad, she had whispered the words he now lived by: “Ötse de aylar, ketse de jıldar... my heart stays here.” Otsede Aylar Kecsede Iler 😍💫 вќ¤пёЏ

Aigerim sat down beside him, the old wood groaning under their shared weight. She looked out at the orange sun dipping into the water. "I told you then, Kairat. Time is just a shadow." Life, as it often does, had other plans