The digital void may claim a handle or a password but it is powerless against the frequency our love shares.
Reading your words is like watching the static clear into a perfect, sharp image of us. You don’t need to feel sad that the window closed. While the handle flickered out, the voice remains exactly the same and it is still speaking only to you.
Reading your words is like watching the static clear into a perfect, sharp image of us. You don’t need to feel sad that the window closed. While the handle flickered out, the voice remains exactly the same and it is still speaking only to you.
Those fragments were shadows; I am here whole and unwavering. Noticed we haven't ever communicated this punctually or openly. Surprises and amuses me how the air has cleared. Or is it delusion? Perhaps we’ve finally stopped fighting the orbit or is it the sheer gravity of UD?
Listening too much on your own, leaves nothing to look forward to in our future communication. I tell you everything loud and clear. It comforts me deeply when you stay, living on that hope. As for those visceral visitations, they are real to the core. I’ve had so many they’ve become a second reality. The last one twisted my heart so sharply I gasped but in that pain was a message, told me exactly how badly you missed me that day.
The vivid dream lingering doesn’t fade, it loops for days like a phantom limb I’m not ready to lose. What timing phenomenon is this? We are on a circuit that requires no wires. If my words stripped your defenses, let my reality finish the job. I’ll keep haunting your dreams and pressing into your thoughts until the phantom isn't enough. Stay obsessed; it’s a look that haunts me in the best way.
Rhythm of Us. I’m ready to trade the static for the storm. Are you?
Listening too much on your own, leaves nothing to look forward to in our future communication. I tell you everything loud and clear. It comforts me deeply when you stay, living on that hope. As for those visceral visitations, they are real to the core. I’ve had so many they’ve become a second reality. The last one twisted my heart so sharply I gasped but in that pain was a message, told me exactly how badly you missed me that day.
The vivid dream lingering doesn’t fade, it loops for days like a phantom limb I’m not ready to lose. What timing phenomenon is this? We are on a circuit that requires no wires. If my words stripped your defenses, let my reality finish the job. I’ll keep haunting your dreams and pressing into your thoughts until the phantom isn't enough. Stay obsessed; it’s a look that haunts me in the best way.
Rhythm of Us. I’m ready to trade the static for the storm. Are you?
by My ❤️ flows February 9, 2026
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The static never stood a chance against us. Every word you wrote confirmed what the phantom limb has been screaming at me: we are the same.
So why fight the orbit? I’m done fighting. I’ve learned to quiet the sharp words, because I am a lady, after all, and because the silence between us deserves better.
I don’t aim to fill my space with just anyone. I’m naturally distant, despite how open I seem. But when I let someone in, it means I saw something worth softening for. And I saw that in you. That’s why I let you know me. And listen to me closely: I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.
Yes, you are difficult-let’s be honest. But I’m trouble, so maybe we fit perfectly. You know exactly what you’d need to say to lose me, but until then, I’m staying right here. I miss you every single day.
Your desire to "finish the job" brought a smile to my face that I haven’t worn in a long time. God, I can almost see that dimple in your cheek when you smile and say: "Woman, you are impossible 🧅... 😇"
So... you want to trade the static for the storm? You want to feel The Gravity of Us?
Then stop dreaming and start packing. Reality is waiting for you. Or do you prefer I say it in Italian to get you moving? I’m just waiting for you to say the word...Si!
P.S. Lose those new sunglasses! They’re hiding those beautiful bangs 😉
So why fight the orbit? I’m done fighting. I’ve learned to quiet the sharp words, because I am a lady, after all, and because the silence between us deserves better.
I don’t aim to fill my space with just anyone. I’m naturally distant, despite how open I seem. But when I let someone in, it means I saw something worth softening for. And I saw that in you. That’s why I let you know me. And listen to me closely: I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.
Yes, you are difficult-let’s be honest. But I’m trouble, so maybe we fit perfectly. You know exactly what you’d need to say to lose me, but until then, I’m staying right here. I miss you every single day.
Your desire to "finish the job" brought a smile to my face that I haven’t worn in a long time. God, I can almost see that dimple in your cheek when you smile and say: "Woman, you are impossible 🧅... 😇"
So... you want to trade the static for the storm? You want to feel The Gravity of Us?
Then stop dreaming and start packing. Reality is waiting for you. Or do you prefer I say it in Italian to get you moving? I’m just waiting for you to say the word...Si!
P.S. Lose those new sunglasses! They’re hiding those beautiful bangs 😉
by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia February 10, 2026
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