I found an old café receipt in my coat.
Suddenly I was back there, sipping, watching rain.

Tell me you’ve been through it without telling me.

Love how you make existential dread sound pretty.

You have a way of turning feelings into language.

There’s care in how you put this together.

This reminded me of my own quiet moments.

Your absence has taught me the momentA curious mind, dedicated to turning ideas into impactful solutions with a focus on innovation.

You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore, huh?

Reads like you lit incense and cursed someone.

I love how you turn moments into mirrors.

You put it into words better than I ever could.

The space between your lines speaks volumes.