u/Frequented_Memory

I miss you.

The frequency we uncovered between us, evasive in every chapter but this one — two people who had no business fitting but somehow did.
The split second a friendship evolved into more, as the world quietly rearranged itself into possibility.
The ethereal kiss that defied reason, timing, obligation.
The memory of you—of us—that might have been, born on a spring night in your room, surrounded by whispers and hope.
The promises of quintessential permanence, undone before they could fully bloom.
The unbridled innocence before it knew the cost of love — before it knew better than to hope like that.

The peripheral of you in the corners of my mind.
The tattered memories, the potential, the performance.
The fringes.