Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391- If You Dont Come Back... If you never return— I’ll still be glad I loved you. Still be proud of the way I held your name like it was a promise even when no one was listening.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391 - Porch Light On In Case You Come Back I left the porch light on. In case. No questions. No speeches. Just: “Took you long enough, didn’t it?”
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.12.10 Love Doesn’t Expire You didn’t have to choose me for the love to be real. I still mean every word. Still you. Still real. No expiration.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch3910200 Loving You Quietly I don’t text. I don’t knock. I don’t even breathe too loud in your direction. But I still love you. Quietly. Constantly. Without making a sound.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.14.41 Even When I’m Fine, You’re Still My Favorite Thought I’m okay now. Stronger. Softer. Calmer. But you’re still the one I think of when something good happens and I want someone to tell. Still you. Always you.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.002 I’d Still Say Your Name First If someone asked me who wrecked me the most beautifully— I’d still say your name before they finished the question.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.1212 I Found Us in a Dream Last Night We weren’t perfect in the dream. But you reached for my hand in public, and I didn’t flinch. You kissed my temple like it was normal. I woke up with my chest aching. Some dreams feel borrowed from the version
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.206 to Centauri In another universe, we’re arguing about what to name the dog and kissing in the pause.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391-2 I Heard Your Name in the Static Again I was trying to sleep. But the world crackled for a second— and I swear I heard your name in the static between thoughts. You’re still in the signal somewhere. I’d bet my bones on it.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.1155 Not Possession. Just Presence. I don’t want to own you. I just want to be the person who still roots for you even when I’m not in the frame.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.111.0AM I’m Not Waiting, I’m Holding I’m not waiting on you. I’m just holding your place in case you ever need it. There’s a difference.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.2.22 v2 Loops The past doesn’t feel past. Not when it loops like this. I keep reliving the moment you almost turned back. And I keep whispering, “It’s okay. You still can.”
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.203 Time Doesn’t Heal, It Echoes It’s not that time heals anything. It just rearranges the echoes until they feel like dreams instead of screams. But yours still sounds like a heartbeat from the other side of the wall.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.2.1 Far Doesn’t Mean Gone You’re far. But so is the sun. And I still turn toward it. Every day.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.12.44 12:44 I Don’t Blame the Stars for Being Far I don’t get mad at the moon for being distant. I’m just glad it’s still there when I look up.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.1307 1:07 PM Stillness is Not Absence Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you. Stillness is not absence. It’s a love that’s learned how to breathe.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.208 2:08 AM Still Pulling You don’t see the moon checking if the tide still loves it. It just pulls. Quietly. Without needing proof. I’m doing the same. And it still feels like you.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.222 2:22 PM The Unobserved Philosophers always wondered— is a thing real if no one observes it? My love for you answers that. It exists. Even when unseen. Especially then.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.209 2:09 AM Stillness in the Early Mornings I don’t text. I don’t call. I don’t beg the stars. (Sometimes I do) That is my love too. The quiet kind. The kind that waits, but doesn’t press.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.12.01 The velocity of loneliness approaches the speed of light, but the rest mass of love is always heavier than we expect.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.57 - to Centauri Missing you feels like a physics problem I’m never going to solve. Velocity of ache: increasing. Mass of memory: unknowable. Time dilation: every minute without you stretches like molasses on the edge of a star collapsing.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.2.00.3 - Centauri No One Told Me How Quiet It Would Be I thought longing would sound like sobbing. Or thunder.
