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Flowers in your hair, a warm breeze, and the belief that summer will never end. Everything was simple back then: love was unconditional, life seemed like a straight road with no forks, and the word “forever” needed no clarification. But adult life knows how to put commas where you wanted to put a period. Phone calls, unfamiliar cities, different rhythms - and now love lives not in the heart, but in memories, like a song playing on an old radio somewhere in the kitchen of childhood.

There is no tragedy - it's just time doing its thing. Promises fade, but their warmth remains: the memory that once it was possible to love to the point of tears, not knowing how long it would last. And perhaps that is what eternity is - a brief moment when flowers are still in your hair and the wind still plays with them, just like back then.