It always starts with a photo. Two people leaving a restaurant not too close, not too far. Someone’s wearing a cap low enough to say “privacy please”, and yet the flash still finds them. Suddenly, timelines ignite, comments multiply, and…
The message always starts small.A “hey.”A “you up?”Sometimes it’s a meme that used to make both of you laugh. Or an old photo that your phone decided to resurface, like it’s in on the joke. Missing someone isn’t cinematic. It’s…
It starts with the smallest spark, the kind that lives in the half-second pause after someone texts “hey”.Maybe your heart does that tiny skip. Maybe it doesn’t.But you notice it.And that’s where the story splits in two. Some of us…