Every glance, every laugh — they’ve been stacking like kindling. You know it, don’t you? The way your eyes find mine just a beat too long, the way your laugh curls at the edges like a dare. It's all been slow, deliberate—like we’re both waiting to see who leans in first.

𝖶𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖺𝗆?

͏ ͏ ͏오디니의 날.

peek-a-boo.⠀

Funny, how the rain can stir up so much in me. Like an open invitations to sit with what i've been avoiding.

Hi?

𝗂𝗏. 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗒!

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yours truly,