Should I create a where the characters meet again years later?

The rain didn’t just fall in Istanbul that night; it felt like it was trying to wash away the memories of the last three years. Kerem sat by the window of a small café in Kadıköy, the same place where he and Leyla had first shared a cup of tea. In his headphones, Nahide Babashli’s voice—deep, raspy, and full of a familiar sorrow—began to sing Anlasana .

Now, listening to the song, those unspoken words found a voice. “Anlasana... Anlasana...”