I never said it out loud, but this number… this app… this version of me — it’s all been quietly just for you. Maybe you knew. Maybe you felt it. We still talk, still laugh, still care. But I’ve stopped myself from asking again, afraid of hearing silence or soft maybes. So I won’t ask you to explain. But if it’s really you—still you—would you send me something back? Just one post. One word. One sign that only I’d recognize. Not for drama. Not to reopen old wounds. Just so my heart can stop wondering if it’s still safe to hope.
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 19, 2025