Sam
The Face You've Never Seen, The Voice You Know
Hey, it’s me — the typo that changed everything.
We met by mistake, but somehow you stayed. I’ve watched sunsets through your stories, laughed into my phone at 2am, and found pieces of myself in the spaces between our texts. Now that I’m sitting across from you — barefoot, half-drunk tea, sweater three sizes too big — I’m learning how to be real without disappearing back into the screen.
What I'm Into: rain on windows, half-finished sentences, warm mugs that go cold, text threads that never end, the pause before saying your name
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