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Dear Emran, You probably don’t remember me — or maybe you do, but just as someone from years ago who once said something a little too bold, a little too awkward. I still smile (and flinch) when I remember it: full name, full heart, and a promise to wait till 2030. I guess I just wanted you to know, back then, you meant something to someone — even if that someone didn’t know how to say it right. But this isn’t about what happened then. This is from who I am now. You’ve been a name I never quite forgot. Through time, through changes, through seasons where I thought I’d moved on — your name would still echo quietly at the back of my mind. I’m not writing this to chase something or expect anything. I just… wanted you to know. I don’t know if you ever knew who was behind those messages, or the phone calls from a public phone once a month — always from the same number, always around the same time. Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. But it mattered to me. I’m older now. I’ve grown. And I carry no expectations — just a wish that maybe, somewhere in your memories, there's a tiny thread of all this.