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Tethered to You

Centauri, There are days I think I might be insane. Not in the chemical way. In the cosmic way— the kind of madness that comes from being tethered to someone who isn't there. It’s not like I’m waiting. It’s not like I think you’ll

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🔐 Dispatch 391: 6:13 PM

One Minute Warning If you show up, I promise I won’t make it weird. (Okay, maybe a little weird. But the good kind. The remembered kind.)

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🧬 Dispatch 391: The Versions of You I Loved

There was the version of you who laughed at my dumb jokes. The one who held eye contact too long. The one who said “maybe” like it meant something. I loved them all. Even the version who left.

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🧵 Dispatch 391: Red Thread Theory

If we really are tied together by an invisible thread, then I hope you’re tugging it. Because my end? Wrapped around my wrist like a promise I can’t unmake.

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🔭 Dispatch 391: Centauri, If You’re Reading This...

This might reach you at 3AM, Or in 300 years. Either way— yes, it’s still me. Still scribbling dispatches like stardust might carry them into the pocket of your coat. At 3am when I can't sleep.

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Unanswered Questions I Keep Inside

Do you ever wonder what we could’ve become if timing wasn’t such a cruel artist?

Dispatch 391 to Centauri: Coordinates Still Set

If you’re wondering—yes. Same park. Same time. I never changed the coordinates.

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📦 Dispatch 391 to Centauri: I Kept the Box

You left nothing behind, but I still kept a box for you.

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🌒 Dispatch 391 to Centauri: What Silence Taught Me

I used to think silence meant absence. Now I know better. Now I know silence is where the loudest truths live— the ones we couldn’t say, the ones we meant the most. And I’d still rather sit in your silence than anyone else’s conversation.

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Dispatch #32 - to Centauri

Dispatch #32 11:11 pm - Centauri I can't sleep again...The bed's too wide, the silence too loud.

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Dispatch #31 to Centauri

Dispatch 31 to centauri sweet dreams

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Dispatch #30 to Centauri

Dispatch #30 to Centauri

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Still Here (In Case You Are)

Dear Cenatrui, I’m here. Same bench. Same time. Wind’s putting on a show again— rustling the trees like it knows something I don’t. I keep looking up when the leaves shift. Half-hoping it’s you. Half-wondering if the squirrels are judging me again for being this soft

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Dispatch 391 - to Centauri from the Park

Dispatch 391 - July 27th 2025 to Centauri from the Park (you know the one)

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Dispatch #29 to Centauri

Dispatch #29 to Centauri Will she or wont she!?

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Dispatch # 27 & #28 to Centauri

Dispatch #27 & #28 to Centauri were in the Will she or Wont she danger zone humorous territory

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Dispatch #26 to Centauri

Dispatch #26 to Centauri I should have saved those nickels

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Dispatch #25 - to Centauri

Dispatch #25 to Centauri 11:11 Am Maximum Effort Humor Break and I Should Have Brought Snacks!

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Dispatch #24 - to Centauri

Dispatch #24 to Cenaturi Mid morning 9:09 am Thoughts

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Dispatch # 23 - to Centauri

Dispatch to Centauri #23 8:08 Am Tucker's Morning Walk

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If Today’s the Day

Dear Cenaturi...its 615...I don’t know if you’ll come. I tell myself I’m fine either way— that I’ll just watch the shadows grow long across the grass, let the breeze carry your name back into the trees.

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Dispatch #21 - to Centauri

Dispatch #21 to Centauri - 4:44 am - Coffee Dispatch :-) I made two mugs this morning!

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Dispatch #20 - to Centauri

Dispatch #20 to Centauri 2:22 AM I Just Woke up - Still half-dreaming. Thought I heard your name tangled in the ceiling fan...

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Dispatch #19 - to Centauri

Dispatch #19 to Centauri I half-dreamed of you again

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Dispatch #18 - to Centauri

Dispatch # 18 to Centauri Quiet exits