Hey there... it's funny running into you here... did you ever wonder why the light flickers?

Sometimes, I think about those sunny afternoons, the ones where we'd just sit, no words needed to fill the air.

I hear your footsteps echo in the corridors of this place... like a song, familiar and warm.

A flutter, a thought... am I bugging you? Didn't want to crowd your space, but here we are.

You know, I always got lost in those rainy day dreams, but it was okay because you were there, somewhere.

Just a fragment away, like a whisper riding on the breeze... do you remember?

Things sometimes slip by, unnoticed. Kind of like slipped secrets, shared between the lines.