16/06/2025
๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ | Somewhere Between Seen and Said
Theyโve never really talkedโ
not the way people do in loud cafeterias or crowded classrooms.
Just nods in passing,
shy half-smiles traded like secrets
on sidewalks, in streets,
in the most unexpected corners of town.
Always brief.
Always unscripted.
The kind of moments you notice more when they happen again.
And again.
And again.
Then, one afternoon,
a message blinked on his screen.
A reply to a story.
Not dramatic.
Not confessional.
Just: โ๐โ
He stared at it for too long.
Rewrote his reply three times.
Finally settled on: โwhut?โ
And that was the beginning.
No big revelations. Not so much.
No heart-on-sleeve poetry.
Just two people
typing slowly,
carefully,
into the blue glow of midnight screens.
They kept talkingโlighter, easier.
They joked.
Sent memes.
Held space for each other
in that tender, unspoken in-between.
But time does what it always doesโ
drifts.
Now, itโs been a while.
The chat thread is still there,
quiet and untouched,
like a bench you used to sit on.
He doesnโt expect a message.
Doesnโt rehearse any replies anymore.
But when he walks those same streets,
he sometimes wonders
if the person he randomly met
still laughs like he did at 10 p.m.
if he found the version of life he once talked about,
the one with open skies and unafraid mornings.
Thereโs no bitterness,
only the soft hope
that somewhere out there,
heโs living
exactly as he wanted to.
And that, quietly,
is enough.
โ๏ธ lithium_ion
