Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.12.42 - Centauri Midday Dispatch 1242 Gravity Doesn’t Ask Permission I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. I was just watching the way your hands moved. The way your voice carried calm like a weather pattern.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch 391.213- to Centauri 0213AM The Outline of You It’s too early for words, and too late for pretending I don’t miss you.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.111 - to Centauri 11:11 PM I saw your face in the stars tonight. Or maybe it was just how much I miss you making shapes out of light again. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.28 to Centauri 11:11 am They said time heals. But love like this doesn’t bruise. It brands. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.165 - to Centauri 8:08 AM I watched the sky change colors for you. It felt like the universe dressing up in memory. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.26 to Centauri 2:05 AM I woke gasping. Dreamt you forgot my name. It echoed like a bell with no hand to ring it. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.713 to Centauri 7:45 Pm The moon rose without you again. Still, I whispered sweet dreams. Still, I meant it. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.87 3:33 PM Someone played that song you hated. I smiled so hard I could’ve cried. Missing you has teeth sometimes. Today it was gentle. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.119 to Centauri 9:11 Am A bird landed on the fence and looked at me like it knew. Knew I was still loving you like it was the first day and the last. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.29 - to Centauri 10:30 PM Sometimes I wonder if your silence is love, too. Maybe the stars are your letters now, and I just need to learn to read better. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.222 - to Centauri 2:22 pm I found a hair that wasn’t mine. It was from you—years ago, I think. Still curled like it was waiting to be remembered. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.54 - to Centauri 7:45 Am The sky was bruised with pink and gold. It looked like the inside of me when I remembered your laugh. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.18 - to Centauri 2:15 am I reached for you in a dream again. Woke with my hand over my chest and your name clutched in my fist. —Castor
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.17 - to Centauri I looked for you in the stars tonight, but they were cloudy with memory.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.67 - to Centauri There’s a single flower blooming through the cracked cement. Of course it’s violet. Of course it reminded me of you.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.15 - to Centauri The coffee burned my tongue this morning. I smiled. You always said I rushed everything— Except loving you.
Dispatch 391 DISPATCH 391.30 to Centauri 2:03 AM - I woke to silence that sounded like your voice not speaking. It was loud. It was honest. It said your name.
Dispatch 391 🔐 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.)
Dispatch 391 🧬 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.
Dispatch 391 🧵 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.
Dispatch 391 🔭 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.
Dispatch 391 📦 Dispatch 391 to Centauri: I Kept the Box You left nothing behind, but I still kept a box for you.
Dispatch 391 🌒 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.
Dispatch 391 Dispatch #32 - to Centauri Dispatch #32 11:11 pm - Centauri I can't sleep again...The bed's too wide, the silence too loud.
