I lie in silence, covered with a sheet, and look at the ceiling...
Sometimes with a smile. Sometimes - with slight sadness.
And suddenly I imagine...
That somewhere at this moment someone picks up a phone.
Opens my photo.
And decides to write. Not because they have to. But because they really want to.
"Hi. I don't know why I'm writing. You just can't get out of my head..."
And my heart starts to beat a little faster.
As if someone I don't know already feels me.
Maybe you?
Sometimes one message is enough.
So that the night stops being empty.
To believe again: yes, it's possible... this is the beginning.
The beginning of that very present that I'm waiting for so much.
And if you read these lines and smile -
Write.
What if you are the one?