Stuck

Once upon a time, everything seemed simple: the sun shone in your eyes, the city rolled toward you, and your heart believed that summer could be preserved in endless phone conversations. Just stay on the line until the breathing on the other end falls asleep. Until the anxiety disappears that suddenly someone will leave, and you will be left alone - in a room that smells of heat and memories.

There are no loud confessions here, only quiet panic at the thought that the connection will be broken. That you will have to learn to breathe without the one who was your air. But it doesn't work - you still hold on, as if your fingers are glued to the screen, and the world exists only in the intervals between “hello” and “don't hang up.”

It seems that all these conversations, all these “wows” and half-smiles, are just a way to convince yourself that love can live on repeat. That if fate decides to mix everything up, you'll still be able to reach each other. Even from different lives.