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“And the woman in Milan?” Ana’s voice trembled, though she wished it wouldn’t.

He cupped her face, tears mingling with rain. “Then I will spend forever making sure you never have to.” julija ljubavni romani

She turned, lifting her chin. “Because words on paper cannot heal a wound made by silence, Mateo. You chose to leave. You do not get to choose when to return.” “And the woman in Milan

Three summers ago, he had kissed her here, between the rows of Malvasia, whispering that she was more intoxicating than any wine. But then he had left—for Milan, for another woman, for a life that had no room for a village girl who dreamed in poetry. “Because words on paper cannot heal a wound

“A mistake. A shadow. You are the only sun I have ever known.”

Lightning split the sky, and in that flash, Ana saw the truth in his eyes—not the arrogant boy who had left, but a man humbled by loss. She reached out, her palm against his chest, feeling the wild drum of his heart.

“Ana,” his voice broke the silence, low and familiar. “I wrote to you. Every day for a year. You never answered.”