Here I stand, a foot poised to cross the threshold, the weight of childhood dreams clutching at my sleeves, pulling me back as the doors begin to close. What if your voice reached through shadows, a soft plea laced with memories? Would you ask me to stay, to fold these restless desires into silence? Yet still, my heart thrums with want— the bittersweet taste of leaving, wrapped in the ache of unspoken goodbyes.