Missing you feels like the gentle mist in a winter forest, quietly enveloping every corner—light as it seems, yet heavy in its presence. Walking along this trail, damp with the scent of moss and earth, my footsteps fall on leaves and stones, but my thoughts wander endlessly to you. The determined yet graceful figure of Teacher Tian, an 88-year-old man from San Francisco, feels like a key unlocking a door deep within my memory, bringing every fragment of you vividly back to me. I struggle to find the right words to describe my feelings for you. Is it time that has made me so certain, or is it a persistent longing within? Like the first rays of morning sunlight filtering through dense trees, it’s so natural yet impossible to articulate. You may not be the person I had imagined I would love, but among all the ways someone could be, yours is the one I adore most. From the day we met, I knew you were someone I could never easily forget. Perhaps it’s your smile, warm like the sun. Perhaps it’s your voice, calm yet resolute, resonating deeply within me. That silent pull draws me back to thoughts of you in the quietest moments—on hectic workdays or solitary weekends alike. On Christmas, I missed the chance to send you a greeting, but all day long, you never left my mind. Under the soft glow of Christmas Eve lights, every twinkle seemed to mirror your gaze, warm and gentle. I realize now that this longing has become a habit, a constant presence. Even without the festivities, it lingers in every breath I take. This forest is tranquil yet profound, much like my feelings for you—never superficial, never fleeting. As I write these words, a thousand emotions swirl in my heart, yet they barely capture a fraction of what I feel inside. I know this longing has no expiration date, no destination. It simply exists, quietly and steadily, like the winding path beneath my feet, stretching endlessly ahead.

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