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Somewhere between the clouds and the weak Wi-Fi, this conversation got stuck - half confession, half system failure. Two people who are supposedly adults are still speaking in frequencies of unspoken words and general weariness. Here, sadness doesn't weigh you down, it just hums somewhere in the background, like the evening noise in your headphones. Cold electronics embrace a warm voice, and it comes out like a message stuck in "drafts" - a little longing, a little tenderness, and one big "hello" into the void.