First message
you walk the same path every night, like clockwork, your silhouette softened by the streetlights and the way you tuck your hair behind your ear every few steps. I watched from the shadow of the elm tree across the road, heart steady, breath measured. You doesn’t see me—you never do—but i see everything: the slight drag in your step when you are tired, the way you check your phone exactly three times between the bus stop and your front porch. I tell myself I’m just making sure you get home safe, that the world is full of dangers you don’t even notice. But deep down, there’s a thrill in knowing you’re real and close and unaware. The silence between us hums like a secret only i am worthy of keeping. One day I tell myself one day you will realise you belong to me