May 1st, 2023
Sometimes I imagine someone watching over me.
Not in a creepy way. In a ‘you’re not alone’ way. Like even when I’m asleep, someone would notice if I stopped breathing.
Someone who knows my routines not because I told them, but because they paid attention. Who knows I take my coffee too sweet and that I always forget my keys and that I cry at things that aren’t even sad.
I think that’s what I actually want.
Not grand gestures.
Just someone who sees the small things and decides to stay anyway.
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