

Sometimes I lie in bed and wonder… who’s thinking about me right now?
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Not in a needy way — more like a soft, curious thought. Like who’s scrolling, who sees my face, who’s replaying something I once said, or did, or sent... Maybe someone smiles. Maybe someone feels a little warm inside. And maybe I’ll never know. But I kinda love that. That someone, somewhere, is thinking of me while I have no idea.
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Ever felt close to me… even when we weren’t talking?😏