She never said goodbye.                                  not with her words ,not evuen with.look.           but I knew she was  levaving _long before her free took the  frst step.we met at bookstore. A quiet corner,two strangers reaching for the same book. ''the silent heart .'' | remember.i gave her  the book ,but i kept the smile in return. From that  day , we became strangers with a routine. Every Sunday,same bookstore, same corner. We never exchand numbers ,We barely exchanged worlds,but our eyes.... they