June 6. It has always been a special day to me. Every year, I wait for the love of my life to arrive. It's 11:30 PM. Exactly at midnight, she'll be here. The thought fills my heart with a bittersweet ache. I miss her so much. I take out my phone, my fingers gently scrolling through our photos. She looks so young, frozen in time, while I look... older. Time is cruel; I can see it in my reflection. I look like I'm in my 40s now. It's as if the years are speeding by, slipping through my fingers like sand, faster than I could ever imagine.

It's 11:50 PM. The seconds feel like hours as I wait, my heart pounding in anticipation. My thoughts drift to the first time we met, the same day, the same time. I was waiting for her then, just like I am now. And now... the time is almost here.

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