April 19, 2026

dear atlas,

there’s this guy i like. we had something in november, soft, uncertain, but real enough to stay with me. then december came with a misunderstanding that quietly pulled us apart. from january to february, we became strangers to what we once were, and by march, we were nothing more than strangers with memories we never spoke of. we met through dance, bound to the same team, sharing the same space and rhythm, yet barely acknowledging each other. it felt strange, being so close and still so far, like we were pretending none of it ever happened. but then april came, and something shifted. slowly, without either of us saying much, we found our way back, small conversations, passing moments, quiet laughter. sometimes, it even felt like before, like maybe we never really lost it at all.
and now i’m left wondering what all of this means. if the closeness is real, or if it’s just familiarity finding its way back. i don’t know if he feels anything, i just know that somehow, in the middle of all the distance and silence, my feelings never really left.

—dwarf.