I find myself staring at my phone, fingers hovering over the screen, thinking of what I'd say to you if I had the courage to speak to you

There's this quiet rhythm in my day, one that seems to play louder when thoughts of you slip in, uninvited yet so welcome. It's not just about missing you—it's the small things,

like wondering how your day's going or imagining the sound of your voice filling the spaces between moments.

I find myself scrolling through app, not because I'm stuck in the past, but because they remind me of the ease we've always had.

Sometimes, I'll catch myself forming a message in my mind—something light, something casual, just to hear from you. But then I pause, questioning if I should be the one to say something first. It's not pride, really.

Maybe it's a quiet hope that you're thinking about me too, that the silence isn't just mine to feel.

And so I wait—not with longing, but with a strange sort of patience. Because I know that when the moment is right, the words will find their way. Until then, I carry the thought of you like a secret, tucked away but never far, a quiet reminder of the connection I hope we both still feel, have a nice day!