I skipped Days 3, 4, and 5
Not because I didn’t know what to write,
but because I wanted you to feel the ache of waiting.
So tell me
did you come looking for me?
did you miss my little notes?
or scroll back to trace the old words with your eyes?
Did you linger on them,
feeling them echo a little longer than they are meant to?
Did you imagine your own entries
a secret thread, keeping track of every shift,
every pause, every unspoken pull between us?
I wonder if you missed me as much as I knew you would.
I love this thing we’re building:
our private language,
the teasing rhythm,
the push and pull,
hide and seek
like it’s all part of a secret game
only we understand.
Consider this your reminder:
I know exactly how long to disappear
before the silence starts to bite.
Make sure you come back for tomorrow’s entry. đŸ˜‰
Not sure how it all started, here is the story of how it all began.