(Did You Wake Up Thinking About Me…?) Good morning, you.🖤 I wonder how you slept last night. I wonder if you woke up feeling rested, if you reached for your phone before your feet touched the floor, if the first song you heard made you think of someone. And, selfishly, I wonder if that someone was me. Don’t mind me. It’s barely morning, and I’ve already given my imagination a full-time job. Perhaps you dreamt of me. Perhaps you didn’t. Perhaps I’m somewhere in the forgotten corners of your mind, tucked away between old memories and things you never quite figured out how to explain. Or perhaps, just perhaps, there are mornings when you remember me without meaning to. A song. A familiar phrase. A random thought that arrives without knocking. And for a few seconds, you wonder what I’m doing, whether I’m happy, whether I ever think about you the way you sometimes think about me. I’d love to know what happens in your head when my name crosses your mind. Does your heart skip a beat, or has time finally taught it to behave? Do you smile at the memories, or do you quickly find something else to think about? Do you ever wonder what would happen if we stopped pretending that some things meant nothing? Look at me, asking questions I have absolutely no business asking before breakfast. The truth is, I don’t know what I am to you anymore. A memory? A familiar stranger? A chapter you closed a long time ago? Maybe I’m none of those things. Am I simply someone who remembers a version of you that the rest of the world never got to meet? I don’t know why, but every now and then, my mind wanders back to a place it has no intention of explaining. But enough about my overactive imagination. I hope life is being kind to you. I hope you’re finding reasons to laugh. I hope the things you’ve been carrying are getting a little lighter. I hope someone makes you feel loved in all the ordinary ways that matter. And if, somewhere between your first sip of coffee and the chaos of your day, something reminds you of me… Well. I hope you smile. Not because I expect anything from you. Not because I’m waiting for a message that may never arrive. Just because, for one small moment, two people who have travelled through time and life in their own separate ways might find themselves standing in the same memory. And wouldn’t that be something? Anyway, darling, I should probably get on with my day before I write an entire future around a good morning you haven’t even sent. And if you happen to think of me today… You can keep that little secret to yourself. For now. Yours in all the words that remain unsent, Venus Retrograde 🖤🌙🥀 For the feelings that refuse to log out.