Sometimes I love silence. I love when the world around me quiets down, and I can be left alone with myself. I love that feeling when I don’t have to pretend, when I don’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations. In moments like this, I feel truly alive, more than ever. It’s just me and my thoughts, free and light, taking their time.
Today, I saw him. I was in denim shorts and a black turtleneck, and when he, with his tousled hair and a little beard, approached me, I froze for a moment. Something in his walk, in his gaze… it felt so familiar, so familiar... In that instant, I didn’t even realize I was smiling, as if I was meeting an old beloved friend. But in the next second, I understood that this wasn’t him. This was someone else. He wasn’t the one who has lived in my heart for so long. Something snapped inside me, and a sudden weakness gripped my legs. For a moment, I forgot where I was, but then everything returned to its place, and I felt relief. It was just a brief confusion, a fleeting moment that clouded my vision.
The tea was finished, and it no longer brought the calm it usually does. The book remained closed, and I realized that today I had had enough. Enough reading, enough immersing myself in other worlds. Right now I need something else—silence and words. I want to write a few lines of poetry, find an outlet for my feelings, for what has built up inside me. It won’t be a masterpiece, more like a way to release emotions. Hours of silence, which I will spend in my thoughts, will be time for creation. Rhymes are my way of confessing to myself, of understanding what’s happening in my soul.
Some time has passed. I’m tired, not just tired — I’m drained. I’m done for today. In moments like these, it feels like time slows down, and the world around me becomes alien, distant.
I open Telegram just to mentally wish him goodnight. It’s become a tradition, almost a ritual — I won’t speak the words out loud, but I’ll send them to him in my thoughts. Let them reach him, let him feel it. I’ll also go online, as if to hint that everything is fine, that I don’t need to be worried about, that I’m okay. Probably.
And I think he might be doing the same. I want to believe that he’s also mentally wishing me goodnight, perhaps without voicing the words. This quiet, remarkable communication between us — not through words, but through invisible connections, through understanding without the need for explanation. It feels so natural, as if we exist in the same space, even though we’re not physically close.
This is more than just emotional closeness — it’s a bond that doesn’t need to be confirmed by words. I feel it when I think about him, and he, I imagine, feels it too. It can’t be a coincidence. It’s like a karmic connection, one we couldn’t avoid, as if our fates were intertwined long before we ever met. And maybe, this is all more than just chance…
Or maybe it’s just a product of my vivid imagination😕