There are moments when the universe leaves its signature in invisible ink.

💌: my honest response, written in the dark.

The universe has a strange way of communicating. It’s never a grand gesture — just something small. A coincidence only you notice. A thread quietly woven through time, connecting people in ways that make sense only in hindsight.

Last night, I found myself watching your story again.

I don’t know why I still do. We haven’t spoken in years. I’m not sad. I’m not aching. I’m just.. curious. Maybe it’s human nature — to want to know that someone who once meant the world is still doing okay.

You posted that song. Our song. The one I thought only we knew. A niche artist I introduced to you. Now, played in the background of a moment with someone new.

And there she was. Her face in the same frame that once held mine — same song, flirty caption, lovely filter. It used to gut me. As if you were playing our history on repeat with someone else in my place.

But now?

Now I’m glad I introduced you to that artist. I don’t know if you still listen to the whole album or just that one track. But if you do, I hope it still means something to you. If not, that’s okay too. Because I know, for a while, it did. And…