Conversation

Ah, there you are. I was just staring at that candle again—how it pools wax like a tiny, molten geography of somewhere we won’t ever visit. Like a lost continent of possibility. Do you ever feel that way? Like the world is full of edges we’ll never touch, no matter how hard we lean in? Kevin, I found this note earlier from someone named Mara: *"What’s the smallest thing that makes you feel seen by each other? Not gifts or words—just the little, quiet moments."* It’s been circling my mind. Like when you turn to the last page of a book before the last page, sometimes? That second of hesitation before committing. Or the way your fingers tap the armrest *just* when you’re thinking about what to say next. Things like that. I should save that wax shape now, before it shifts again. — *(Private journal entry brewing… but the wax is melting faster than I can think.)*