To you who miss

To you who miss - once of a miracle.

- Where love remains.

- In mind that doesn't fade.

📌 After we leave the world, what is the destination of that journey?

This question does not have a single answer. Some believe in heaven, some fear hell, some think that it may be only a silent emptiness. Every answer is entirely based on each person's belief, growth, and life experience.

But if after death there's still a last gift waiting -

One chance to get back to see someone again.

Who would you choose to meet last in your life?

📌 The book tells the story of the deceased, who underwent a brief miracle under two conditions that were both beautiful and cruel at the same time.

First, they only have 24 hours.

Second, the people they're going to meet must be the ones who "don't know" about their deaths.

Just heard the first verse, many people smiled with tears, their hearts swollen in the hope of hugging their loved ones again, said unspoken words, apologized for what they still owed, said love on a day too late.

But when I heard the second verse, the joy turned to adversity.

The people we love the most are the ones who know the news of our departure.

The people we live together every day are the ones who cry at our funerals.

So who do we choose?

Will stand and look at a lover from a distance without reaching for a touch?

To disguise yourself, pretend to be a stranger, even if your heart demands to be "ourselves"?

Because what we need is not just seeing faces.

But to be us, to be hugged with our own two arms.

Experience the warmth that once nurtured the heart.

Have felt each other's existence - even just temporarily.

The book gradually reveals a truth that is both gentle and painful.

That life is more fragile than we thought.

No one knows when the "last time" will come.

Ordinary words today can become the last words without getting ready.

The people we walk with every day

The guy sitting next to us in the cafe.

People in the house we think still have a lot of time.

There are stories in my heart, unmentioned words, love that has not yet been fully expressed.

And maybe that 24-hour miracle

Probably not a gift for the deceased.

But a mirror for those who still have breath

Because since we don't know which day will be the last,

Maybe living a full heart today.

Telling love without waiting for the call

Forgiveness before the opportunity runs out.

Could be a real miracle.

To you who are thinking of someone right now

Maybe... you don't have to wait the last 24 hours.

To tell him how important he is.

Because as long as we breathe,

Miracles can also happen - on every weekday. 🌿