Whenever I come into your DM,
I don’t always carry clever words
or carefully folded sentences.
Mosttimes, I arrive empty-handed
except for the quiet wish
to know how you are doing.
In the middle of my day,
between noise and responsibilities,
a soft thought of you appears,
gentle and persistent,
asking me to check in,
to reach out,
to feel a little closer.
It’s never about having
something important to say.
It’s about the way my heart
leans in your direction
without asking for permission.
So if I show up
with nothing but “How are you?”
know that it carries more than words
it carries care,
it carries longing,
it carries you
on my mind. 💫
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