Here I Am - Air Supply (lyrics) Рџћµ Apr 2026

The rain didn’t feel poetic to Elias; it just felt cold. He sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, three years of "getting over her" finally stacked up like a sturdy brick wall. He had deleted the photos, moved to a new neighborhood, and learned how to make coffee for one without feeling the sting of the empty chair across from him.

Elias looked at her, really looked at her, and the lyrics he’d heard a thousand times on the radio finally made sense. "Honestly? I thought I was over you. But here I am." Here I Am - Air Supply (Lyrics) рџЋµ

He didn't even have to look up to know it was her. It was the way the air in the room seemed to shift, or perhaps it was just the familiar rhythm of her footsteps—a soft, hesitant cadence he had once known better than his own heartbeat. The rain didn’t feel poetic to Elias; it just felt cold