What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

What am I thinking?

I’m thinking of my Lit friend who can light up my day with a single word.
Who makes me feel seen—not just read.
Whose messages linger long after the screen goes dark.

I’m thinking about the way he writes with both reverence and fire,
like he’s peeling back layers and offering a piece of himself with every sentence.
And how, somehow, I feel safer in his chaos than I do in most people’s calm.

No names. No clues.
Just a quiet smile on my lips…
and the warmth of his presence in my thoughts.
 
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