Two timelines that were never supposed to cross.
Somehow they did anyway.
every second since the night everything quietly changed.
one photo
from a world we built
without ever standing
in the same room.
proof that something real
can grow out of
pixels and patience
and a little bit of luck.
In a million universes we never even spoke.
Somehow we ended up in the one where we did.
A month ago you were just a name on a screen. Now somehow you're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep.
We never met. No crowded café, no awkward bus stop, no rainy evening straight out of a movie. Just words. Just time. Just the two of us deciding, every day for the last thirty days, to keep showing up for each other.
And honestly? That feels more real than anything a movie could've written for us.
So here's to one weird, wonderful month. To whatever version of the universe was kind enough to bring you into mine. And to all the months I'm quietly hoping come after this one.
One month down. Counting forever.