🤍 Thinking of You

The date appears on the calendar and something shifts. Not dramatically. Not with fanfare. Just a quiet weight that settles

The call comes and your brain immediately does two things at once. It processes the information — hospital, which ward,

You were just going about your day when it hit you. Not a milestone. Not a holiday. Just a regular

The shorter the message, the harder it is to write. That sounds backwards. But think about it: a long message

You know things are hard for them. You just don’t know exactly how hard, or what kind, or what they

You’ve been meaning to reach out. Maybe you sent something at the beginning — a card, a text, a message

There’s a specific kind of quiet that comes with loving someone across distance. Not silence. Just the particular awareness of

You weren’t even doing anything particularly memorable. Maybe you were making coffee. Maybe a song came on. Maybe you drove

Being sick is boring and lonely and nobody talks about that enough. When you’re ill — really ill, stuck-in-bed ill,

You’ve been thinking about them. That’s why you’re here. Not because something happened today. Not because there’s a card to